...It’s like 7 quick takes, only it is 10 instead of 7 AND, things instead of takes.
The march for life. People have REALLY got to stop thinking it is okay to take away a life legally in this country. At the very least, if you are going to be so bold as to say you ARE okay with people taking away life in this country, you have GOT to start to be able to articulate in a logical way why it is okay.
One of the coolest things I saw. A man was holding a sign that said, ‘pro-gay and pro-life’. I enjoyed it because sometimes I think this seems like a ‘Catholic’ issue. Or, a ‘Christian’ issue. But, rather, it is a ‘hey, we have to stop legally taking the lives of children in this country’ issue. And, we can all get behind that.
Aaron smashed his face on a table at Wednesday night’s youth group meeting. And, I mean really smashed his forehead. It immediately swelled up and turned black and blue. Best part, kid only got a few tears in his eyes #itsgoodtoclapwhenkidsgethurt #makinglightofinjurieshelpskids
Clearly, I am into the hashtag lately. I think it is cool.
(warning- if you are not super involved in the blog world, this one won’t make too much sense).
It is official, ‘What I Wore Sundays’ has been put on the planet to make me feel bad about myself/i.e. guilty for not dressing up for Jesus. Today, as I threw on a pair of cargo pants and a red shirt, pulled my hair back in a pony tail and barely had time to look in the mirror before I scooted out the door, I thought, ‘I would TOTALLY be kicked out of the WIWS crew’.
Let me tell you what I don’t love. Being away from my family at youth events. So, the March was really hard. Because I had to spent just over 48 hours away from my husband and children. 22 of those hours were on a large bus headed to Washington DC. Team blog-world, there are some things I am REALLY going to miss about youth ministry, let me tell you what is NOT one of them. Overnight bus trips. I could be melancholy about the fact that I just took my last overnight bus trip with teenagers, but, alas, I am not. I am okay, actually, if I never have to sit on a charter bus another day of my life. I really am.
At the end of the month, an exceptional retreat is being offered to young people with Bob Rice leading and Matt Maher. It is super cheap and I really feel like we, at SJN should support it. That being said, that means in five weeks’ time, I will have left my family for three weekends (the March, our youth conference and this retreat) and I am not sure that is wise. Part of me wants to suck it up and push through. Part of me is like, “you crazy girlfriend, another full weekend away, sleeping on floors, might be the death of you” (not really). I don’t have to make the decision till Wednesday, and probably shouldn’t try to make it right after a weekend away. But, right now, I am leaning towards not doing the retreat. Selfish? Maybe…
On Saturday night, while I was out of town, friends of ours had a game night. Aaron was going back and forth about whether or not to go, because he’d have to bring the kids. Anyway, he ended up last minute deciding to go, and bringing the children dressed in pajamas. Best part? The kids were in footsie pajamas/sleepers. And Aaron, in solidarity with them, decided he would wear his grown up pair of footsie pajamas. There is a reason I married my husband, pretty much because he is the guy that will show up at gatherings in footsie pajamas with his two babies.
I am understanding why the 7 quick takes are 7 and not 10…10 is a lot of things.
We had Indian food last night. And, lemme just tell you, I adore me some Indian food. I do not adore me the price of Indian food…so, there’s that. Teach me how to make it. The.end.