Between a very busy season for my family, I received a phone call from my church secretary. A family was in need of an officiant for a funeral. Two years had passed since I had last spoken at a funeral and I was feeling less than equipped. Asking for time to pray, I hung up the phone. I assured the secretary I would respond promptly. Isolating myself, I spent some time being still and quiet. What I felt God was saying certainly wasn’t what I wanted to do. It was summer, my daughters were showing livestock at the state and county fairs and the phone call came in the midst of it all. I wanted to say I was just too busy but God nudged me to obey His call. I reached out to the family, introduced myself and took down the address where I needed to meet them to plan the service. Scrambling to get myself together, I decided against wearing sandals, even though it was summer. My toenails were in dire need of care and time just didn’t allow. Shuffling through my shoes and clothes, I settled on a red and white polka-dotted top, white pants, and red Keds sneakers.