Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I will miss:
- Church on Sunday - I love Fellowship Church. The Pastor there is doing amazing things. They clearly love and put God first. They are real and relevant and are breaking down the misconception that church is boring. This church is anything but. . .their praise band is rockin! (am I too old to say that???) I knew we were in the right place when they busted out this songs by this band the first Sunday I was there. Bryson even warmed up to the nursery quicker than expected.
- Gymboree on Mondays
- Lunch with my friend, Jane on Tuesdays
- Playdates on Wednesday
- Trips to this beautiful place on Thursdays with Maureen and her boys
- Gymboree free play on Fridays
- Trips to fun places on Saturdays with our family
- Did I mention church on Sundays?? :)
- Occasional snow fall
- Girl's nights outs
- The cooler weather
- Having a smaller place to clean
- No yard work for Adam
- Being closer to extended family
- My many new friends. . .I hope I get to see them again or at least stay in touch via email
I will miss Chadds Ford, PA, but I am looking forward to being back home in my bed and seeing my friends and most of all going back to my church. God is so good and faithful. He does provide for all our needs and can do immeasurably more than we could ever ask or think!
Monday, February 25, 2008
I bought Adam (me) a GPS for Christmas. Nothing fancy just that popular Tomtom that was cheap(er) at Christmastime. It has changed my life up here in the north.
I was driving to a girls' night out the other day just thinking about how cool this gadget is. I had no idea where I was going, but I put full confidence in this small piece of technology. It was taking me to a place I had never traveled. I wasn't sure where I would end up, but as long as I followed the directions I would be in the right place at the right time.
Then it occurred to me. . . if I put even half as much faith in God that I do in that small GPS, my life would change dramatically. He loves us so much and wants to head us in the right direction, all we have to do is be tuned into him. It makes me even more hungry for his word. I desire to have more faith, I desire to live everyday more like him.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Twice this week during his nap (oh, blessed nap time), he has awakened to fitful screaming at the top of his lungs as if someone was coming after him with a knife. I rush in to see how I can be assistance only to find he is holding his sock high in the air screaming "SOCK, SOCK!" Of course I rush to his aid and immediately return the offending sock. He then is able to go back to sleep. PTL!
However, I go to get him out of the bed yesterday morning, only to step in some very cold, squishy. . . something. . .YUCK. B stands up holding something dark saying ever so matter of factly. . ."poop." Ummmm. . .that isn't poop. My child had at some point during the night thrown up and promptly gone back to sleep without the slightest whine nor whimper. . . How can that be?