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I was raised as a traditional, covered dish Southern Baptist. You know, the loving kind who have potlucks every fifth Sunday and visit anyone elderly, ill, or backsliding. I was active with my youth group and sang in the choir. Then I went on walkabout from my faith. This lasted some years, until God got tired of it and pulled me back to where I belong. So while I am a Christian, I am an immature Christian. Here I will chronicle my return to faith, and all my little bumps along the way.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Ladies' Night

Tonight was ladies' night with the life group ladies. But, like dessert, that should come last, so here's the lowdown on life group. Let me just say that visit #2 with our life group was really, really great. There were more people than last week, which initially made me nervous, but again God eased my heart and I was able to see how wonderful each person was. We are still studying in Ephesians 4, still concentrating on service.

Tonight we talked about those who have rejected Christ. It made me a little sad. I can think of so many people I knew in college, and even now, who say they are against organized religion. Of course, these were the same people nursing a hangover with me on Friday morning. Usually their reasons for persecuting Christians came down to some person or other in their past who had treated them badly, so they decided not to go to church ever again. I was always a bit confused by this since at least one person at the bar would insult them, yet every week, there we were, drinking some cold beer. Anyway...These are the people who make me so sad. The ones who are so smart, and so convinced that they are right, and Christians are evil, uneducated, and intolerant, as well as naive. Usually they are people who maybe grew up in church and then turned away. They have hardened their hearts, and I think maybe part of their defense mechanism against Christians is to persecute the.

We also talked about how sweet God can be, when He moves through your life. How things that are hard, or bad, or tragic, He uses. Then he gives more. I can look back at the day I found out I was pregnant with G, and see his hand. Every decision that I made prayerfully, and thoughtfully, turned out for the better. A and I really believe that God saw how we were in college, and decided to keep us apart until we were adults. Our bonus round is that we have G, who wouldn't have been born if A and I had dated in college, like we wanted. God took our first year of marriage and grew us as individuals, parents, spouse's, and Christians. It was not an easy year, but we are stronger for it. I like that about God. He might give you the bitter, but there will always be some sweet.

One of the things that I held onto through my walkabout years, is that everything will turn out all right. I had faith in God even when I wasn't living a Christian lifestyle. My faith has been repaid by his forgiveness. I spent quite a few nights in tears and prayers asking for that forgiveness, looking in my heart at how I had lived. I had to look at my past lifestyle, admit that it wasn't right, and then ask for forgiveness. It sounds like three quick and easy steps. Let me tell you, it was not. Then I kept making some of the same mistakes, and things would not work out, and it was back to prayers. I spent a lot of time over my 2 1/2 years teaching in the car. A lot of that time I spent in prayer. I wasn't where I am now, but I was groping to get back to my faith.

I had missed God's peace. I missed his love, I missed his acceptance, and encouragement. Now I feel that I have all those things back, and it is a huge feeling. So much sweet has He given us. I do worry, don't get me wrong, I am a worry wart. I worry about our kids, and if they will be terribly warped. I worry that they will hate me when they get older. I worry about taxes, and jobs, and our home, and my husband, and our families. I worry. I have to give it to God, and it is hard. I have to leave that worry with him and that is harder.

Tonight we also talked about the many things people do in the church to serve. There is a man who makes breakfast every Sunday morning to feed all the volunteers who work. What a large commitment and responsibility. Every. Single. Sunday. No deciding to stay in bed because it is raining, or cold, or hot, or sunny. He provides comfort and fellowship for whole families, who are there to serve. There are people who provide valet parking for the elderly, a monthly night off for parents with special needs children, lighting and sound for worship services. This is HUGE! There is so much going on, all the time. Yet, our church feels small, because someone is always going to say hello, and chat with you. People will remember you week to week. I love it. I love that God has provided us with a church home, where our family can shelter, learn and grow. All in all, tonight was a good night for the churchness.

After life group, the ladies went out to eat sans children. At a grown-up restaurant. And we had dessert. I feel like I am making the first friends I have made in years. I still feel awkward, fat, red-faced and self-conscious. But then I make myself remember that they will be looking at me through the "God goggles", and that these are not "mean girls". So I relaxed without the fam. for the first time in months, and had fellowship with Christian women and it was awesome! Also awesome was A.'s taking over the evening feeding and night night routine for G and M. I think they all enjoyed that, and I find it so precious how the love flows from one to the other and back. God has blessed us so immensely with our children. Growing, curious, exasperating, loving, learning boys.

All in all this has been a very rich weekend. I am grateful to God for all he has done and is doing in our lives. I pray that I can continue to grow and serve.

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