During the season of my life, with all these dear ones in the pew with me, going to church isn’t easy. It’s frustrating. And on some occasions it feels like I’ve gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson. Wondering what punch are they gonna pull next and do I have enough tricks in my WAY overstuffed diaper bag to pacify the raging bulls!
I can’t really say why I decided it would be okay to take all three babies with us Sunday afternoon to the installation of a new pastor in our circuit. Phil said he could sit with us during most of the service until he went forward for the blessing. I figured we’d do alright. Well…we didn’t do alright.Phil thinks differently but I’ll just give you a quick synopsis of our time in “Reserved” pew #3. That’s in the front of the church, you know, right where everyone can see you?
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