You may have noticed that my blog has been somewhat neglected recently. I did manage to get Abigail’s birthday note up on time, but I’ve hardly been on the computer since then. Last week was one of the busiest we’ve had in a long time, but it was such a good week. Our church hosts a biblical counseling training conference every February. This year around 1650 people came from all over the country, and several foreign countries, to attend. While my husband and I were (slightly) jealous that we couldn’t actually go to the conference, we did the next best thing by volunteering to serve. We hosted two college girls in our home, letting them sleep on our ultra-luxurious guest bed (the living room sofa bed), and just getting to know them a little each night before we all crashed. I also got to work in the bookstore, something I haven’t done since spring of 2002 and at that point, thought that I would never want to do again. But I absolutely loved it. I had the best time. I didn’t even get to work the cash register, just bagging and helping people find what they needed. But it felt so natural, and I’m now trying to figure out a way to volunteer in there on a more regular basis. The only way I was able to do it last week was because more wonderful volunteers took time out of their week to watch my kids (along with others) so that us mommies could have the freedom to serve the church. If Ms. Kathy hadn’t been there every day caring for my three (who absolutely loved going to “the different room at church” every day), I would have been home every day as usual, and missing out on the opportunity to serve. At one point one of our pastors thanked me for sacrificing to serve, and I said, “Are you kidding? This is no sacrifice! Ms. Kathy is making the sacrifice, I’m having a great time. This is a treat for me!” I love my girls, and as I wrote a few posts ago, I have no considerations of going to work any time in the near future. But it was awfully nice to get a little treat like this for a week. Clay just about wore himself out with working all day every day, coming home for a quick supper, then heading to the church to do janitorial work until 10:30. He had the worst of it, at least at our house, but he too would say it was a good week. With our schedules and situations, there just aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for us to really serve well at church, and not serving is something new to us. So I think we both finally felt this week like we were making a contribution, and that’s a good feeling.
So that explains my absence. Hopefully I can unravel the thoughts going around inside my head and get some “in writing” on here sometime this week. But for now, we’re off to a playdate.
Have a great week.