I was 15 when he was shot. I remember exactly where I was. I was at home, in the living room. I heard my mother's running, stomping feet upstairs, then she yelled down the stairs to my dad that Rev. King had been shot. I didn't know what to think. I was shocked yet kind of frozen. It was a weird feeling.
Anyway, I feel lucky to have been alive while MLK, Jr. was active in the movement, and to have been old enough to remember those days. I got to meet his father, MLK Sr., four years later in Atlanta. I'm more in awe of that now than I was then! I knew it was significant, but... now I can hardly believe I was that close to fame and fabulousness.
This morning at church Megan (the youth and outreach director) preached. We have a great ministry team at my church! They inspire me. I'm trying to sort through my swirling thoughts on the things going on at church. They're good things; I just have to ponder them.
Do you have a favorite scripture verse? I think one of mine is this: "Mary kept these things and pondered them in her heart." When I had my babies I knew exactly what this meant. Motherhood caused me to keep things and ponder them in my heart.
I am really rambling. This post is a little bit of everything! I started a book yesterday: After the Bombs. I read about 80 pages, but I just could not go on. It tells of a time in Guatemala of corruption, death, unrest, very unstable government, atrocities witnessed by children... I just couldn't read another page. So now I am between books for a day or two while I decide what shall be next.
Today after church I watched football and knitted. I made a 2nd preemie hat. This one is TINY. They said they need hats to "fit an orange" and up to newborn, so this one is about an orange size. Here's a pic:
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