Today I go to the Pregnancy Center, run at the Y, pick up the kids, fix supper, take our Upward basketball teams to the Wofford vs. College of Charleston game, come back and do laundry, and go to bed. Hopefully I’ll shower somewhere in there too.
Will is much more excited about glasses than I thought he would be. We’re getting him rec specs for baseball, and I think he liked that. His vision was horrible; he could only see the big E on the eye chart with his right eye, and not much below that with his left, so I’m glad we took him. It will be interesting to see how much of a difference it makes for him in baseball this year. It helps to be able to see the ball before it gets to your bat, right?
I got the info card for the church plant done yesterday, though it felt like trying to give birth to a 4th child. I know my way around microsoft publisher a lot better than I did a week ago. The card is nothing fancy, but it will do. This Sunday will be our first week at the Pregnancy Center, and I hope that venue will work out better than the library and Wofford have for our Bible Study and for Childcare, which has turned out to be more of an issue than either Justin or I anticipated. We will wait to print our cards until we see how this Sunday goes, since we’re including directions to the pregnancy center on them.
I hope also that we can start podcasts of the Bible Study to give folks who are curious about the church plant a little flavor of Justin’s preaching content and style. He has a mic for making MP3s, but hasn’t been wearing it. Sunday afternoons are such a circus getting ready for the Bible Study that the mic has dropped off the priority list, but I think it would be helpful, even for Bible Study members who have to miss a Sunday but want to keep up with where we are in the study. I have been doing childcare because our friend who volunteered to keep them has had conflicts. I don’t mind doing it, but I hate to miss out on the studies and I hate not being in there, making sure there’s no one sitting by themselves or not being introduced to other people. This whole endeavor continues to remind me that this is God’s work and not mine and Justin’s, though we are instruments in His hands. I just can’t be childcare provider, greeter, worship leader, food and coffee provider and social events coordinator all rolled up into one, as hard as I try to make that happen. We would love to have someone who could play the guitar lead us in some praise time before the study begins, but that person has not appeared yet. So I’ve been thinking of trying to teach myself how to play the guitar…you see what I mean? I just can’t do it all. So I pray, and then I fret, and then I pray some more…