I think Jenny's gone a little bonkers this morning, because the Centus has taken a very strange turn. All we've been asked to do is come up with ONE (that's right, uno) sentence! The catch is that the sentence in question can't have even a single letter E in it. Nary a one.
As for subject matter, I decided to delve into the world of worry that has been cycling through my brain for the past few weeks, and it turned out to be a pretty easy assignment. I don't usually ruminate, but I've been making up for that on a daily basis ever since I learned what we would be doing at our Young Single Adult Youth Conference on Sunday afternoon. Ever heard of feeding the 5,000? Yes? Well, how about the 2,000?? Which brings me to the matter at hand...my Centus sentence...
Tomorrow is my opportunity to find out if my hubby and I (and 40 of our good pals) can find a will and a way to nourish 2,000 young folks at our church, so wish us luck whilst our stomachs lurch at this daunting thought of confronting such a task!