We walked outside

My youngest looked up at the trees and said “Why did they take all the leaves off of the trees?”

The gardeners had been there that day.

I know this picture is ridiculous, but I couldn’t resist just how silly it is! Have a great day.

I’ve been meaning to mention this movie. I went to see it last week at the urging of some good friends. It is a beautiful portrait of what the Gospel of Welcome truly means.

See a clip now. 

We had a dress up day at school. I was Jessie and my son was Goofy. It was fun but HOT! The AC in my classroom broke that day and I thought I was gonna melt. All for school spirit!

Some great kids!

Santa has to change his wording.

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We are looking for a costume or parts to make one…Anyone have anything that looks like this? Goofy

We made it there. It was fine. Nothing else. I can’t help feeling like someone who has broken up and trying to date again. It’s uncomfortable and awkward. I really don’t want to do it.

We have been in a place of well, limbo I guess, concerning church and community for a few weeks. I have felt very aloof and distancing myself from pretty much everything related to church except for the closest relationships we formed over the years. 9 years to be exact. Our community we have been a part of was really all we have known as a family. Christian was a little over two and Emma was about 9 months.

For the time we have been searching, the kids keep asking when we are going to church again. It’s been a strange place to be in. We don’t have any answers. We are asking God to show us what to do and where to be. I, in my selfishness, being completely content to sleep in, clean my house and prepare for school on Monday. Sounds like church to me! They are not seeing it that way.

I have had more than my share of invitation s to various churches to the point where I was imagining what an un-churched person must feel like getting a barrage of people begging them to accompany them into this strange and mysterious land called “church”.

I talked about it with the kids asking them if they had any suggestions. My favorite moment was when talking about one community and discussing if we should attend, my oldest questioned, “It’s not going to be ‘church-y’ is it? I found this so amusing, since we have been part of something so un-churchy, but never taught our kids that that was what we were doing. Somehow, he knew.

Friday night we took the kids to a youth meeting at The Worship Center. It was small and home-y and just great. Christian is playing drums and loving it. At the end I felt very drawn to the people there.

So to bring a long story to a close, we are going to The Worship Center this morning. My stomach is in knots about it. If the slightest reason to NOT go arises, I will take it. I desire to be in fellowship, but fear it greatly. If I make it, I’ll let you know how it goes. I’ll tell you this, for me it won’t be the music, the sermon, the length of the meeting. It will be the people. If they aren’t real. I’m outta there. Not to pressure anyone.