Kurt was on call last night and so he said he would text me this morning to let me know if he could meet us at church or not. I woke up at 5:30 or so to feed Evs and then forgot to set an alarm for church. I woke up and immediately looked at the clock in a panic (isn't that the worst feeling?), and it was 9:00 am. Yes, service starts at 9:30. I then checked my phone and saw that Kurt had texted "Will meet you at church at 9:30. May be a little late." Uh, me too, buddy.
However, I managed to tease my hair so it wasn't flat from being so dirty, applied makeup in literally 5 minutes (how, I still don't know), and then got Evy up, dressed, and fed. I was at church by 9:40, folks. I usually don't toot my own horn, but TOOT! TOOT!!!
I walked in to the preschool area to drop Evy off and ran into a staff member of our church who is precious. She takes one look at Evy and says, "She looks just like Mark Anderson!" ( my dad) and starts crying. Then she said "I just miss your family so much." Thankfully, it wasn't a true sobbing cry, but it was enough tears to make ME cry. Great.
Then I get to the service and our new pastor preached a great sermon. I was completely bummed out because I missed the patriotic song service to celebrate July 4th. Are you kidding me? Of all Sundays to be late. I'm NEVER late. EVER. Anyway, Kurt finally arrived (in scrubs, no less) and after the service we wanted to meet the new pastor officially. The second I told him that I am Mark Anderson's daughter, he said some of the nicest things about my father. They were very meaningful to me for reasons I won't go into here. Let's just say that he understands the life of a pastor's family and he understands certain things that I've gone through. It was really sweet, and really increased my respect for him (I already knew he was a terrific guy). So THAT almost got me emotional for the second time today, and it was only about 11:00 am at that point.
Brief sidenote: I never discuss the ins and outs of being a pastor's daughter on this blog because I have heard that a lot of church members read it (even though I don't have that many people that officially follow and even fewer who comment). I just don't feel comfortable baring my soul about certain issues regarding the church because I just don't want to go there. I am always mindful of the fine line between being transparent and telling too much. But briefly, I'll sum up my emotional experience pretaining to still attending the church my dad used to pastor: very difficult. I only say this because I never want to be accused of not having an honest, genuine blog. I'm not a perfect person, and my responses to things are not always happy happy. It's been very difficult for me to not have my family at my church anymore. There are things that we've dealt with the past several years that have been very challenging, and as a family, we served as each other's rocks. All of a sudden not having that is a very strange thing. However, I've learned a lot from it. All this to say, it meant a lot to hear from a couple of people today that they understand how hard this is, and that they still appreciate my parents' ministry. My parents are probably mad that I even wrote that (ha!), and they are the LAST people to want praise for anything, but I just needed it. God was so sweet to give me those encouraging words today, and I'm always learning to rely on Him and Him only. He is such a sweet, loving God!
Anyway, just wanted to sum up the day's events. It was good to be back at church, even though it's MUCH different with a baby (Kelly, you can relate!). I'll be posting some patriotic pictures of my cutie pie soon. We don't have any plans for the 4th, except just to BE TOGETHER, just the three of us. I really can't wait :o) Happy Sunday!