Ezra was too embarrassed to ask the king for an escort; instead he prayed and fasted for three days. Nehemiah, on the other hand, thought that an escort would be a good idea.
Providentially, as I walked the final stage of my journey to work this morning, the rector came by in his 4x4, and offered me a lift. I, gratefully, accepted. During the ensuing conversation, however, I thought that I should let him know that we (my family) may be leaving his church in the not too distant future. This isn't an easy decision. If it does happen, then it's better that our rector knows about it sooner than later. If it doesn't happen, then I guess that I could have spared him some grief by not saying that it could happen.
I am, undeniably, a people-pleaser. I can't help it. My number one priority is to keep people happy. But there is no way that I can make everybody happy.
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