First times

Today was my first time preaching here at my internship church. It was also my first time leading worship in the sanctuary. It was also my first time leading worship all by my lonesome. We had one of the retired pastors do communion, but he sat in the congregation until that part of the service. Other than my mic really not wanting to go behind the altar, it went well. I think people could tell that I was nervous, but since it was the non-air-conditioned sanctuary, the difference between looking hot and looking nervous was unnoticeable.

Then we had our fifth-week healing service. (Meaning, when there's a fifth Sunday in a month, we do a healing service.) That was in the chapel, and I had no idea what I was doing. I figured it out, and it seemed to work, but I don't really know if it worked the way people were expecting, or needing. Buh.

Then, after various conversations and whatnot (including one that ended up with the other person saying, "you should do it this way," when that way is really, really, not what I want), I came home and took an epic, two-and-a-half hour post-liturgical nap. A turkey sammich, a lap full of knitting, and I'm chillaxing it out.