This post is a race

I have a story. It's a great story. But I am racing the baby nap.

So.

Part 1

If you have never had children, try to imagine tying a gallon and a half of milk around your neck, eliminating most of your muscle tone in your abdominal area, setting your alarm to go off every two hours during the day and (in my rare and ever blessed case) once or twice at night and you have life with a two month old nursing child.

Oh, and you are sticky. Just, everywhere. Mostly under your boobs.

This was the story when Luke and I went out. I put on my fancy new heels, my skinny (haha) jeans and ate Thai food for the first time in my life with about 20 friends. Some were new, some were not, but they all were crammed together in an overwhelmed and steamy but cheerful restaurant on the Main Street of Waynesville, NC. We all took turns passing my happy, drooly baby around and sweating freely while we made friends and chatted.

Warning...baby is waking up...

Then we bundled off to a very hot version of Annual Conference. If you don't know what Annual Conference is, ask your favorite Methodist. After they wake you back up, you will know that Annual Conference is an Annual meeting of all the clergy of the United Methodist Church of a certain area. Ours is held at Lake Junaluska at a picturesque and under air-conditioned venue.

Ok...she's quiet again...

Part 2

Next up was the reconciling worship service held in the small chapel at 8:00 pm on Friday. Attendance was not expected. There was a baby on my chest. She was as warm as the air. Half way

No Fussing Adventure Truck

Welcome to life in the no fussing adventure truck! Luke quoted Luke 9:62, Jesus replied, "No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." in a recent sermon. It struck me that that is true not only for those called to vocational ministry, but also, to those following them about.

We are in Ordinary time again. I guess that is why I began thinking about blogging again. It was about this time last year that I had my blogging experience, and I remember thinking about the significance of Ordinary time. With a year to reflect I think Ordinary time is my favorite time of the year. I dearly love Advent and the depth of Lent is profound, but Ordinary time is when serious growth happens.

That's why I think the No Fussing Adventure Truck is such a great illustration for today. Last night our family went on an adventure in the Excursion and Laine and I dubbed it the No Fussing Adventure Truck. The phrase tickled something in his toddler fancy and he woke up on repeat. As I listened to him chew his verbage, I pondered the words. The No Fussing Adventure Truck is the symbol of putting your hand to the plow and not looking back.

As I unpack boxes (bock-uhs) in Etowah, NC, I know I am continuing the great adventure of life. My thoughts centered around the idea that getting things done is not why I am a SAHM. I stay home to unfold the universe before my children. I have to fight the urge to put Laine and Annabel on pause until I am "done" with the move. But that is not living into the day. Allowing chaos to rule my home is unacceptable, but neither can order. This is an adventure truck that gets messy. I finally had a day when I can say I looked my children in the eye while we played. For those who are interested, I am also in bed with my daily load of laundry put away, my sink shined, and the toys put away. (www.flylady.net) God requires that we do what he has called us to do now. Not when we have our closets organized.

I will continue to struggle with wanting to accomplish tasks, but hopefully I can remember the musings of the day and learn to embrace the abundant life that Christ brought.