I finally reached the point this week of admitting that exhaustion had won. It tried masking as a cold, briefly flirted with the idea of making me sick, kindly went away for thanksgiving dinner, then settled in with a vengeance as a headache today.
The result is a fully backed up computer system, lots of deleted files, and a very relaxed cat.
But, as I’ve trundled on this week, one thing struck me. Phone call after phone call has come from various members of the congregation telling me how they have been looking after each other. That’s not what they said, of course. All the calls came as ‘I think you should know…’ And indeed, many of them will demand follow-up from me. But for the most part the real work had already been done.
Some of the work has been brave too: not giving people what they want, in the hopes of actually giving them what they need. Drawing a line while still acting compassionately. Reaching out to people that are perpetually hard to reach. All the difficult stuff that most of us struggle with when holding the balance between ideals and personalities, long term and short term goals.
I’m glad they’re all getting on with it while I continue to ‘go-slow’ for a couple of days.
(once the vestry meeting is over, of course.)