Mom’s Group was wrapping up. Time to collect the kids and head home. Shifting the baby to my hip, I walked upstairs, around the corner, and into the church’s childcare room. As I opened the door and peeked in, the sweet lady in charge of the babysitting met me with a look communicating calm control mingled with a little honest relief. At her feet, shouting "No!" and trying his best to kick her and push against her “self-defense-stance”, was my son. |
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I have a lot of dreams. I’m not really talking about the dreaming-in-your-sleep kind of dreams, although I have plenty of those, too. I’m talking about dreams. Visions of an ideal life. Future plans. Hopes. It seems like I’m continually grasping at the future, chasing the next exciting moment, or adding more to the perfect “life will be amazing when…” Pinterest board. It's been a while since I've had a chance to write anything, for obvious reasons. The main one being Jeremy's heart surgery. I still don't have a large chunk of time to gather my thoughts right now, so I'm introducing "Wordless Wednesday": a picture summary of our week with minimal to no words. I'll start this installment with Jeremy's last Sunday preaching at WPPC before his heart surgery...
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