I Want My Daddy!!

Part of Sunday morning was spent with the 4 year olds. Joy was not feeling great, so I stepped in for a day. I only remember the age because the reusable birthday cake had four candles on it for two of the girls. One of them claimed she was five...I don't trust her.

Jon gave me Ethan to take care of. The entire hour was spent trying to pacify Ethan's wailing cry, "I want daddy!". It was actually encouraging because no one else in the room (all experienced at childcare) had any idea how to get him to stop. While I'm not afraid of childcare, I always feel like someone could do way better, and I'm just messing it up. Not this time!

Story time helped for a little while. Mrs. Kurtz knows how to quiet a child, but it can only last so long. The secret is get them to think that you have something to say that they want to hear, but whisper, so the child has to be quiet to hear it. Genius!!!






How do they come up with this stuff? The kids LOVED it!



The afternoon was filled by a three hour talk, and then EE. It was our first week out on the town. My teammates are Bob and Jasmine. Bob was replaced by Vivan this week. Me and my ladies checked in on a very nice couple who visited Bethany the previous week. We had an encouraging and fun talk with Andy and Lynn, learning how much we already knew about each other (freaky) and that they loved our Lord dearly.

Alright I'll say it. Hey Mom! They lived in that hood we used to deliver papers to, a few houses down from the Andertons and Altorfers.

Aaaaaaaanyway.

Monday Monday - An enormously encouraging and enjoyable time at the Rescue Mission worshiping together with a packed house of Men getting on their feet from a host of troubles. Despite the fact that they are required to attend service, these guys are fired up about praising God and giving Him all the Glory for who He is and what He has done, which is what I talked about that night! If you think singing hymns is boring at church, don't say it around these guys...they'll take you down. I'm debating posting my talk here. Give a shout out if you're dying to see it posted.

Chris tried to convince a few of the early birds to throw stuff at me during the talk. They didn't listen to him (like most of us :-)


The b-mans twisted my arm and got me to stop by for some food and fellowship at their place. Once again, you know why I really go...







Monday was also day 6 (ok really 8, but don't tell anyone) in the life of my Amish friendship bread starter that I was given last week. Time to add more milk, water and sugar. Hopefully it will still turn out to share with folks on a trip this weekend. Cross your fingers.

I'm done. Tuesday shall come later.