A Brand New Week

Every morning when I wake, I praise God that I'm still here. When you get as old as I am, every day is a gift. I'm always anxious to see what is in store.

This week will be pretty calm (at least that's what I think looking at my calendar).

We're sharing our home for a week with a young man who has been staying with my daughter and son-in-law. He's been in the foster care system most of his life--and at 18 those kids are shoved out on the street. We have a foster home near the church and those kids have been attending both Sunday School and church service as well as Awana on Wednesday evenings for several years now. Some of the young men have been fortunate enough to return home. Others have joined the service. This particular youth has no where to go, so my son-in-law, who is the pastor of the church, took him in. He and my daughter have gone on vacation this week, that's why he's with us.

Our day will begin by heading over to the church where both hubby and I teach Sunday School (hubby the senior adults, me the 3 through 5th grade boys) and then church. We're eating leftover lasagna and a big salad for lunch. I'm sure granddaughter who lives next door will be joining us.

In the middle of the week I have a lunch meeting with folks who are in the residential care business. Though I retired from same several years ago, I still put out their newsletter and prepare program plans for people wanting to go into that business.

I have a radio interview on Friday at ten in the morning on West Coast Authors Blog Talk Radio with Robin Gorley.

I'm sure as the week progresses, all sorts of interesting things will happen.

I'm hoping to be booked with more libraries and service groups to talk about my new book when it comes out this fall. If you know anyone in the Central or Southern California area looking for a speaker, send them my way. They can email me at mmeredith@ocsnet.net


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