This week I've been struggling a lot. Not sure what's going on, but I haven't had much energy. About the only thing that has gotten any attention is my dad's socks. I have a few rows left on the leg and then I get to move on to the heel.
I'll admit right now I'm not loving the black. It's really hard to see the pattern and it's so dreary. I keep reminding myself that as a pastor my dad does a lot of winter funerals. There are some brighter socks in his future that will be appropriate most places, but funerals tend to be somber occasions. I'm sure he will be very thankful for these socks this winter when preparing for graveside committals on days that the windchill is -20. (Yes that is still in Fahrenheit. Iowa winters are brutal.)