A whirlwind weekend

Wow! Time flies.

It seems like it was just Monday and we were heading into the week with so much to accomplish and get done. And here we are on the other side starting all over again. You know many call it "the grind". I'm happy to not feel ground. I enjoy it. Now, compared to some of you, you've been in the grinder a whole lot longer than I have, but I still enjoy the weariness as a sign of life (not death). What I mean is, I like feeling tired because it lets me know that I've been busy living. As Wyatt Earp said, "Get busy livin', or get busy diein'."

So in my business of life, I painted my daughter's bedroom (a feat that I'm very proud of). I had several people say, "Wow, it looks really good. I'm surprised you could do this good a job." I'm like, "hey thanks for the confidence." I think that they meant that because it's not my profession they were surprised how good it looks.

I also hung out with my family. I posted two days ago about the fun evening at the pool we shared, and we followed it up by getting in the other grandparent's pool on Saturday and Sunday evenings. Sydney loves the water.

Yesterday morning was a blast at church. An SRCer volunteered for a role of managing our small groups. Plenty of SRCers showed up early to help set-up. Matt did a great job launching the series he's doing on James. And I think we'll have a new singer in August. It was a great day. When we talk about "every member ministry" we're not kidding. We believe that everyone has a place and role to play.

Speaking of which the team for the Compassion journey is coming together. A bunch of SRCers are agreeing to leadership tasks in getting this thing to the success we want it to be. So thankful for the heart of cooperation and volunteerism.

I had a funny conversation with a couple women from SRC yesterday. They represent the...erm..."mature" contingent of SRC. They walked in and saw our room setup. Vacation had kept them away for a couple weeks. Long enough to not know that we had totally changed our setup, but only by turning it 90 degrees. They laughed about how you can't mess with old people. I reminded them that it is one of the joys of church planting to create experiments of everything. I think they came to like the new setup...not sure.

And then I sacrificed my nap. Those of you who don't know me as well, may not know about my allegiance to the Sunday Nap. It may be hereditary, but Sunday afternoon naps are a reset switch for me. I sleep well during the week, but if I don't get a nap on Sunday I feel it for a couple days. Also, I generally have no problem going back to sleep Sunday night. I sleep for about two hours usually. But yesterday I had to help my daughter adjust to her new "big girl" bed. So I laid with her till she fell asleep. That was a while, because she was so excited by her new and colorful room, and awed by the quality workmanship that surrounded her. So after 30 plus minutes she finally went to sleep. Then I crawled out and headed into my bed. Corie was awake, so I didn't end up asleep in that room for another half hour, so by the time I did fall asleep it was further into the day than normal. Corie left a while later to go to her parents, and I tossed and turned. I didn't end up with a good nap, so don't bother me this week....just kidding.

Anyway, that should catch you up. I've got an exciting day planned full of phone calls, meetings, inviting people to SRC, and maybe if I'm lucky I'll put some primer on the walls of our baby's room and start the project in there off getting it ready.

Bring it ON!

--Ben