Sunday, July 28, 2013

You Just Might Be Sick...

It's Sunday (well, it's mostly gone now, but play along), it's summer and all signs point to sickness.  Not sure?  Well, let's look at the day, shall we?
 
The songleader asked everyone to stand this morning.  For two whole songs.  You suspect that he was actually trying to kill you, and it nearly worked.
 
Last week, you were a soprano.  This week?  A bass.
 
There may have been coughing.  Enough that people seated around you were foraging in their purses for TB masks.
 
The one member of the family you thought was completely healthy just exploded into a ginormous germs-everywhere sneeze.  Unfortunately for everyone, he was passing the collection plate at the time.  (You may want to consider witness protection when the epidemic wave of illness hits the entire right side of the church...)
 
You have no idea what you ate for lunch, but you've had 5 popsicles, because they made your throat feel better. That lasted for about 35 seconds.
 
You played the piano; you have no idea how it went, because you can't hear properly.  However, you strongly suspect that you may have just accidentally invented a new tempo for an old song. 
 
You're packing for a trip, and you keep re-checking each suitcase because you're bizarrely convinced that you didn't pack undies for anyone.
 
You have consumed a great deal of cough medicine.   Tons.   Enough to warrant a visit to an AA meeting.  You washed it all down with an extra pot of coffee, some hot tea and more cough medicine. 
 
You closed your eyes for prayer and woke up 15 minutes later.  In each service today.
 
There was a meeting.  You don't know what you said.  You also don't really know what anyone else said.  Hope it went well...
 
And last but not least: 
 
The congregation sang "We'll Work 'Til Jesus Comes", and you were quietly praying, "Lord Jesus, come quickly, because I'm too tired to work!"
 
 

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Counting Moments

 
We're enjoying a week of shore leave from the S.S. Treasurehunter (our VBS ship's name), as we find ourselves halfway through our summer ministry responsibilities.  The boys have been to southern Indiana for a little fishing, Gene's trying to get caught up at work, and I'm washing clothes and buying school supplies.  Yes, school already--eek!
 
Housework has suffered a bit this week, and by that, I  mean that I tossed some new pillows on the couch and declared the livingroom done; I'm also using a nightmare of finding a boa constrictor in the flowerbed as an excuse to avoid pulling weeds.  Do not judge me.
 
Monday begins 2 back-to-back VBS weeks, and at the moment, 3/4 of the family is sick.  I think we brought home a respiratory virus from church camp in Michigan and everyone except Kent is achy, and sneezy, and sleepy, and all of the other miserable, congested dwarves.  (And as I type this, Kent is beginning to cough and sneeze too...)
 
This sickness is especially bad for Connor (who never usually gets sick), because he's trying to finish the last two subjects of summer work-ahead schooling so that we can be away for a few weeks this winter and not have him get behind.  He has spent most of today holding a pencil and staring at the wall with glazed eyes. 
 
On the VBS front, our beautiful pirate ship from Shindigz has been a pitiful disappointment.  It was not their usual quality by far: assembly takes HOURS and extra supplies, and the cardboard material is much thinner than our other purchases and has not been strong enough to entirely bear its own weight since the beginning.  I am desperately PRAYING it through next week, and I have an alternate décor in mind for the final VBS. 
 
We are tired, but much blessed, and I wish summer wasn't racing to a close, but I think we're ready to be home and in a routine again.  And I really, REALLY hope I make sense, because frankly, I feel awful.  If you'll excuse me, I have a date with Dayquil and hot tea. 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

In The Midst of a Full Summer...


In the midst of summer bedlam, I remembered that I got a couple beautiful photos from our visit to Krohn Conservatory in Cincinnati.  One of my favorite parts was the butterfly garden, and while most of the butterflies preferred to land on my colorful shirt, and my head, a few of them were kind enough to pose on a blossom long enough for me to take their picture.

We visited Krohn and also the Creation Museum during our first VBS date in Kentucky in June:  it will go down in history as one of the most relaxing weeks of summer ministry ever. 

Over the next few weeks, we have 3 more Child Evangelism dates--some local, some a few hours away.  These ones are a bit more of a challenge, and I would appreciate prayers. 

At one point, we'll be in the North Country for a camp.  It's a weeklong event with 2 children's services a day, among a lot of people I have known forever.  It's a challenge to keep things fresh and new when you've been working there for a decade now, and I am always afraid they are sick of us.  Plus, my children average 3 outfits a day, because the kids there all enjoy rolling merrily in the dirt.  Oh, the laundry!

At one point, we'll also be in the South Country for a church VBS.  It's a great group of people with whom we've never really worked closely and I sincerely hope they don't run away screaming.  They are a very musical church, and I murder simple songs on a regular basis.  They are also an athletic church, which probably means that none of them has ever made new friends by wiping out in the road in front of their house.  Many of them are hunter/gatherer types too.  Camo on the trucks, antlers on the walls.  I am pretty sure the only way there will ever be antlers on the wall of our house is if a moose wanders in, throws himself on the wall and surrenders his life voluntarily.

At one point, we'll also be in the Home Country for our own church's VBS.  This one is probably the hardest of all, because I KNOW those people are sick of us.  ;)  In order to get everyone involved, I'm busy adapting our own VBS theme to add stations so that others can participate.  At least for this one, we'll be in our own beds every night. 

God is good.  It's a privilege to work in Children's Ministry and I can't wait to see what else the summer holds. 

Monday, July 8, 2013

I Make a Terrible Blogger

If you were to ask my oldest son WHY I blog, he would probably tell you that I do it to embarrass him.  If you were to ask my youngest, he'd say it's because silly things happen around our house.  The husband has wisely been silent.
 
To prevent any misunderstanding at the onset of a new era, please allow me to give a teensy disclaimer:
 
1.  This will never be a fashion blog.  It's not that I'm hideously tacky (I think...), but I'm definitely not uber stylish and I have come to terms with the fact that I really don't care about that.  It just isn't my thing.
 
2.  This will never be a craft/DIY blog.  My neurosis and my ADD will always prevent me from being good at that stuff.  I could name at least 7 examples of my craftastrophes, but at least 4 of them are so bad that I can never share them publicly, or I'll be forced to kill all the witnesses.  Oh, the shame!
 
3.  You're not gonna see gorgeous pictures of our lives, or glimpses of an elegantly decorated home either.  I'm a dork with a camera (thank heavens for Instagram!), and I am more focused on having the house clean and organized, than fabulously decorated.
 
4.  I am a Christian and an unapologetic part of the CHM.  I want very much to be like Jesus, and I'll talk about Him here.  I will also excel at being imperfect.  Often.  Just so you know...
 
5.  Mostly, any blog I write will feature life.  Our lives.  Our weird family, and our longtime work in Children's Ministry.  I love to write, and I have a completely oddball perspective.  (Cue the chorus of singing minions any time now...)
 

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Birthing a Brand New Baby Blog

Please forgive the current state of page disaster, but I miss blogging and decided it's time for a blogover.  Yes, I made that word up.  No, I don't care. 

In the interest of guarding our privacy, but still finding an outlet to write, I found myself a new niche on Blogger.  I like the name of this one much better too--now I will never again be mistaken for the breeders of ugly dogs.