Becky Durham

It was probably my husband. He never doesn’t interrupt me to tell me there’s a 2010s Tacoma near us.

Yes!

17:5-6, about the mustard seed faith uprooting a mulberry tree. I told mustard seed stories from around the world. (I peaced out on verses 7-10.)

I only used two verses of last Sunday’s Luke 17 reading!

Me to Detective Olivia Benson: it’s like you never even read VC Andrews books in the eighth grade. Obviously the boyfriend is the secret son of her father and his mother. That’s why his mother didn’t want them to date each other.

It’s a dissolving disk. The appearance of styrofoam.

Accidentally bought the kind of Claritin that’s like a communion wafer.

In the most not dramatic way possible I’m saying that I do not like the Year C Fall Revises Common Lectionary.

And I love the gospel of Luke so it’s a real shame it’s like this.

Happy Survivor premiere date to all who celebrate!

With my mom at the hospital.

Them: how are you feeling?
My mom: this is my daughter. She’s a minister. She did her chaplain residency at this hospital.

I always feel like I’m cheating when I have a Sunday off.

Here’s to music and choir directors and worship committees who lead hymn sings when the pastor takes a Sunday off!

We’re going to the lake.

So grateful for you interim ministers! Said a prayer for discernment and clarity for you.

Some grieving. some tough conversations. One person actively trying to make my work harder. Summertime making me feel disconnected from people and routines.

Thank you. 1.5 weeks to vacation. Less full schedule this week.

How are you?

This whole week has been hard. So exhausted this afternoon. 🩵

Hi, I was freaking out. What was she doing in there? Why was he touching her? 😂😂

Hastings, the big boy tabby cat, and me, a woman in a green shirt, taking a selfie

Our tabby kitten Marvel, posing in my green Vera Bradley bag.

Our tabby kitten Marvel sleeping in her white pet bed.

Our tabby cats, Hastings and Marvel, looking out the front door.

Some cat photos from the last few weeks 😸

My body, covered by a fluffy white blanket, stretched out on the loveseat in our living room.

Air conditioner is broken(ish). And I’m still under a blanket.

Cue the tax the churches arguments
1. All churches pay taxes
2. Teeny tiny churches that run soup kitchens, given community space for AA, counseling, charity etc at low/no cost and host daycare etc can’t afford it
3. POC, immigrants and Black churches would be hit the hardest

Ugh.

Watched The Amazing Race S15 E5 in anticipation of Brooke and @briceizyah.bsky.social recapping the episode. It did not disappoint—🛟🛝😱

Two pastors, both women, posing together.

We worshipped with a Christian Methodist Episcopal church, and their pastor preached. So…the mood was hopeful and excited. But during the prayers of the people, it felt heavy.

What. A. Day.

How’s everyone doing?

Sigh.

Happy Trinity Sunday to all you heretics out there! ☘️🥚🧊

I love protest chants.

“The real cause of tuberculosis is us. And that’s bad news, but it’s also good news.” John Green in Everything is Tuberculosis.

Excellent, important book. Audio is read by the author.

Ugh.

You’ll always know where your time went!

I had to use 15 minute increments (recommended anyway). I change activities all day long. A lot of it is the nature of the job (today I divided my lunch into two segments because someone showed up to talk to me). But a lot of it is I start doing something, think of something else, and switch.