First he glared at me. Then he puffed, “I hate church. I don’t want to go.”
When we told Paul, my 10 year old, that the regular parts of kids ministry were taking the day off and church would have family worship on Sunday, Paul protested.
Stupid. Boring. I hate this, I hate you, I hate church, I hate…
Ah, the Pinterest-ing of our society.
You know what I mean by Pinterest-ing, right?
You find something ridiculously creative then pin it to your wall to remind yourself of all the stuff that you would do if you had the time, money, skills, or know how.
I watched this video and had three thoughts.
Friday at 2:00 PM I sent my last work off and hell week ended. I don’t mean, the week from hell, I mean it was a week where a lot had to get done and the brunt of the burden rested on my shoulders. There was no other choice: To meet the commitments to authors and client projects– we had to push through.
Waiting in baggage claim on Thursday night I opened up Tripit, an iOS app I use to track all of my travel details. Here’s what it said.
While exhausted from being gone from July 5th through July 26th– 3 amazing trips covering thousands of miles and investing in incredible things– I got really excited about not going anywhere for the next 77 days.
Adam and Kristen at Notre Dame in the summer of 1995
Kristen and I met in late April of our freshmen year at Moody, 1995. We were eighteen years old. For our first date we got tricked into a blind date by a mutual friend. It was fun and awkward and a good story in itself.
Yet our relationship really started on our second date.
Megan turned twelve yesterday.
Mom and dad did our best to suppress saying, “Holy cow. How has it been 12 years? You were just a baby yesterday?!?!!?” Of course, that’s what we were thinking. But such nostalgia is pre-teen uncool.