The First 100 Years Are the Hardest

My son spent a great week last week with Daddy on a trip to Illinois, spending the time with Combine Grandma and Grandpa (they have a grain farm).  Transitioning back into the regular life is very difficult for him.  At church on Sunday, he was very hesitant to go into his class.  Following his lead, my daughter was the same with not wanting to go into the nursery – and I really wanted to go to the adult class with William Eyika!  Now, they both love going to church, but Sunday morning it was a challenge.  Eventually, they both went where they needed – with the gracious help of the teachers!

One thing I love about Faith, is the support.  Here I am with potentially “typical” PK’s (Pastor Kid’s) who are the worst behaved in the church, and everyone is supporting me!  The women – and men – are just smiling and providing wonderful comments.  One fabulous woman told me that she lived by the advice that “the first 100 years are the hardest”.  Another told me that everyone loves my children.  Others just smiled, encouraged the kids, and other things.  In the end it worked out.  At the post-worship reception for the Seniors, my daughter was independently shaking hands and giving hugs.  My son was joyfully enjoying his deserts.

Gracious God, thank you for the blessings of the community.  Thank you for their support and loving hearts which provide encouragement and reassurance.  Thank you for having them be your conduit of love – reminding me that we are loved, no matter what we do (including disrupting adult ed!).  Amen.

About SFriant

A mom and wife trying to live deliberately and spiritually in a crazy world.
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