We had the best time of fellowship the other day. Just great. True fellowship.
We all met at the home of one of our church member's. They are expecting their eleventh child (and they're not the only ones!) early this summer and they are just that family that seems to have it all together, you know? Their kids are always so kind and happy. Always helping and a joy to speak with. Tuesday when we were eating, one of the girls came in the kitchen and asked her mom quietly, "Can I help someone?" as if she were being left out.
So you can imagine the sheer delight when I saw one of the young girls say something a little not so kind and make a face at my daughter. You have no idea the utter relief to flood my soul! Whew! Then the three year old son wanted his Lightening McQueen car back from my nephew and knocked over Schyler's Lincoln Log house. Bliss! Bliss I tell you!
She was so happy to accommodate my needy ego.
Really though, it was nice to see that her children weren't born that way, but that they were fruit of years of Godly upbringing. Such an encouraging family!
So you should have seen my little family of reformed baptists (did I give that away with the fact that I go to church with people who have 11 kids?:)) attending a pentecostal meeting last night! Um - deer. in. headlights. I swear it is moments like this I so regret going cheap on the cell and not having a camera phone. My daughter's face was priceless. PRICELESS.
A good friend invited us and my husband agreed on the terms that no one lay hands on him because he was liable to reciprocate. I swear. He talks like such a grizzly, but he is the biggest teddy bear.
Anyway - she wanted us to meet this missionary that was coming to speak, so we were of course glad to go hear and meet the husband and wife team. However I am pretty sure we were the entertainment.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
That is so cool:)
For a minute I though yours was the Pentecostal church, I was intrigued.
Ma- You're right, it did sound like I was talking about another family at my church! I forget to be more specific when people can't see my face or hear the inflection of my voice. I changed it to "my family..." I think that's better!
I played the piano for a Pentacostal church once. Once was enough. To each his/her own, I suppose.
You are hilarious! And by the way...who else is expecting?
Post a Comment