First let me say how incredible our first annual Girl's Retreat was this past weekend. Rather than the flashy, in your face kind of youth ministry event that is so popular today, it was a refreshing and laid back gathering of teachers and young women all seeking God's holy design for their lives. We ate, sang, walked, talked and acted silly together. It was a group of women in various stages of life all lifting each other up and seeking the face of our Creator. A truly amazing contrast to worldly womanhood, and I am so glad to say I was there for the first one.
Monday night found us at Farrington Mission with our church family working to pass out basic necessities to Houston's fifth ward. As parents waited, their children were engaged in art projects with kids from our church, who then shared the gospel. Evey got her first experience in leading someone to faith in Christ.
The rest of this week has been filled with two nightshifts, and a bout of the croup for Dash. (For anyone unfamiliar, croup is an old school way of saying he has a lower respiratory infection and sounds like a barking seal.)
All of these events, plus the conference coming up this weekend, mean that things like knitting and housecleaning, and even some schoolwork, have had to be put on hold in favor of a little sleep, a meaningful conversation, or a baby needing to be held. I've had another lesson in survival mode.