Today might be the day I say something really stupid here. I am blogging because there is a two year old sleeping on my couch, and I can't move on in life until she wakes up. Together, we've been working on keeping each other busy. She makes a mess, I clean it up. She tells me it's time to eat, I fix her something. I tell her to clean up her toys, she does. I tell her to put on her socks, she spends a few minutes trying and then I take over.
One thing I did earlier today was deliver care packages of needed items to a family in the area. This is the first time I have done this for this particular organization, Love INC, and it was a bit intimidating at first. I am a person who tends to be very intimidated by new things. But this turned out to be very easy, even with the two year old. I got out of the car, got the bag and the toddler out of the care. Then I walked up someone's front steps, confirmed their name and address, and handed over the needed items. They were grateful, said thank you, and to have a nice day. I put the two year old back in the car and drove away. Why this ever felt intimidating is beyond me, but it was truly easy, and now I can't wait to deliver my second package tomorrow.
Later tonight, I am taking the toddler to a concert at Vassar College. I am not sure how this will go, but I really want to go to the concert, so I am being a selfish caregiver and taking the child anyway. The group preforming is a Haitian Boy's Choir called Les Petits Chanteurs. They are roaming the east coast singing to raise money for the rebuilding of their school. As I am obsessed with all things Haiti, I am attending, two year old or no two year old!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Baptism
First of all...I'm sorry for the huge lack of time between posts. I'm not as dedicated to blogging as I am to other things (farmville for instance).
I did have one truly fantastic dripping with "Holy Spiritness" experience I wanted to share with the world though. I recently took a group of youth from our church to Mexico for a week. I'll blog about those experiences when I have more time and dedication because I don't want to sell them short. The Sunday before we left, I asked the visiting Pastor (our main guy is on Sabbatical) to lead a very short sending prayer for us. She said she would be glad too. I wrote the prayer and handed it to her, not expecting much more of the event. When the time came, she gathered us at the baptismal font rather than at the communion rail as is typical in our church. I chalked this up to her now knowing how we do things. Before saying the prayer, she identified each member of the group by name, so she knew who she was praying for. I thought, COOL!!! She is into this, she is not just checking it off her list of things to do today. Then she said the prayer. Ready to walk away, I realized she wasn't done. She then told us each that we had been called by God, and used the water in the baptismal font to remind us of our baptism. TRULY AMAZING!!! I can not do it justice in words, but I was truly dripping in the very waters of my own baptism by the end of the experience. I truly thank the Pastor who made this experience so powerful for me, and I thank God, for the Grace that allows me to be one of his own children, living in those waters, every day.
I did have one truly fantastic dripping with "Holy Spiritness" experience I wanted to share with the world though. I recently took a group of youth from our church to Mexico for a week. I'll blog about those experiences when I have more time and dedication because I don't want to sell them short. The Sunday before we left, I asked the visiting Pastor (our main guy is on Sabbatical) to lead a very short sending prayer for us. She said she would be glad too. I wrote the prayer and handed it to her, not expecting much more of the event. When the time came, she gathered us at the baptismal font rather than at the communion rail as is typical in our church. I chalked this up to her now knowing how we do things. Before saying the prayer, she identified each member of the group by name, so she knew who she was praying for. I thought, COOL!!! She is into this, she is not just checking it off her list of things to do today. Then she said the prayer. Ready to walk away, I realized she wasn't done. She then told us each that we had been called by God, and used the water in the baptismal font to remind us of our baptism. TRULY AMAZING!!! I can not do it justice in words, but I was truly dripping in the very waters of my own baptism by the end of the experience. I truly thank the Pastor who made this experience so powerful for me, and I thank God, for the Grace that allows me to be one of his own children, living in those waters, every day.
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