This is the week of VBS….and I’m in charge. This would be the reason why the blogging has been light and the pictures are few. I’ve got my hands full of 65 other children besides my own. Today went well and the kids and teachers seemed to have had a blast. Our theme is THE KING IS COMING, with a medieval motiff. It’s been fun making shields, crests, banners, and all that other fun celtic stuff. I’m taking lots of pictures but need to locate (or purchase another) my USB cord so I can upload them all. Until then……
We are having fun here in Atlanta at the PCA General Assembly. It’s my first time coming with Mitch and I’m so glad I did. Friends are everywhere and it’s been good to see their faces and chat with them. There have been some fantastic speakers, preachers, and musicians. It’s amazing to sit in the grand hall with 1000 other voices, lifting praise to God as we sing in unison the lyrics to “What Wondrous Love Is This”, “And Can It Be”, “Holy, Holy, Holy”, and many more hymns (as well as some newer contemporary tunes). What was neat was to see Andrew’s face light up when we started singing “And Can It Be”, because he recognized it. We sing that to him every night as we put him to bed. How neat that the tune has been planted into his head and that we can trust that the Lord will plant the words into his heart. The exhibit hall has been overwhelming but fun to walk through. I found some great books that I want to read but will probably struggle to find the time to devote to (sometimes it’s hard not to end a sentence with a preposition). While the boys were in the nursery, I visited the ladies in the craft room and made two fun whimsical items. I’ll post pics of the result products later. It’s midnight and I’m sitting in the lobby of the Hyatt. The free internet service provided by the PCA doesn’t reach my floor so I had to come down here, leaving all three of my men in the room. I can’t wait to possibly go to GA next year (Memphis!). I’ve made a neat friend named Anne, who has been in both crafts with me as well as traveled with me to pick up our children in the nursery. Tomorrow we venture to the new aquarium. Can’t wait!
Remember that song by the group, Chicago, “It’s Hard For Me to Say I’m Sorry”? Gosh, it’s so hard to admit wrong doing. I see this denial all the time in myself. My sin sitting right in front of me yet I don’t want to confess, repent, or believe. I doubt God. What a horrible sin! God has made his forgiveness so freeing and easy but all I want to do is wallow. How pitiful. No, I’m not being too hard on myself, as some of my friends might tell me. I’m glad the Father exposes my dirt, even when I don’t want to acknowledge it. My sin bothers me. I loathe it. My sin makes me sad. My sin makes the Father sad. He loves me despite my sin…that’s called grace. It’s amazing.
Adults are much better at hiding their sin and pretending that everything is OK. However, a two year old is an excellent example of the total depravity of man. I sat on the floor with my sweet little boy yesterday, playing with some of his toys. We’ve instructed him several times that it’s NOT ok to throw your toys, no matter if it’s in fun, frustration, or anger. He’s two. He got excited about playing and had a moment of forgetfulness. With a strong overhand, he threw the thick wooden train whistle straight toward me. It hit my face and chest hard. So hard that it drew tears to my eyes. My little boy was immediately concerned for my well being but he was also confused as to what was going on. He came to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, asking, “You otay?”. Through my tears, I smiled at him and showed him my boo-boo. He kissed my hurts and continued to comfort me. Once things calmed down, Mitch and I talked to him about his wrong-doing and encouraged him to SAY he was sorry. Boy, that was hard for him to do. Of course, I told him how I loved it when he showed his concern for me earlier and even kissed my hurts but I wanted him to seek reconciliation and ask for forgiveness. Wow…..that was hard for even a two year old to do! How can anyone say that there is anything good in man? The only way that good can ever come from man is because of the saving grace of our Lord Jesus. Sure, children are innocent in many ways but their heart isn’t one of them. Today, I referred to my son as “a little sinner” when in conversation with another adult. After telling him NO to his request, he began throwing a tantrum. She asked, “Why is he acting that way?”. Because he’s a sinner……and so am I. And God wants me to parent this child? I need you, Father!
Ok, my husband has me hooked on a blog that I just can’t get enough of. It’s written by Justin Taylor, an excellent writer and godly man. I can spend hours reading his archives. He used to work alongside John Piper as the director of Desiring God Ministries but has recently taken a new position in Chicago as editor for the new ESV Study Bible , due sometime next year. Anyway, you should really read some of his posts, if not all of them! You can visit his blog by clicking here.