anything, everything
It's not often that we get a relaxing weekend. I spent most of Friday clock-watching... those seconds last FOREVER!
Right after work, Dan and I met with our pastor and his wife for dinner. We ended up staying and talking for 2 and half hours and discovered that, among other exciting things, they are Brian Regan fans. We are so excited to be in a church with people who are genuine, who are truly trying to live loving, Christ-like lives, who aren't condeming if you don't have it all together. It's been quite a process for me- learning to love the right way. I love how Jesus would call people out on what they were doing in their lives. He would say, "look, I love you with my whole heart. And it is heartbreaking to see you making this decision. You really need to stop. I'm not going to stop talking to you or caring about you... but I want the best for you." He poured compassion out on absolutely everybody, and so many times I, too, feel my heart breaking when I see friends making bad decisions day after day. But I tend to lack compassion. Saying to myself, they know better, they've been told.
I have more self-editing in store.
Wait. That was a tangent. All of that to say that I love our church because they believe those principles. Not because they say them or have the head knowledge. I know way too many people who know what to say but their actions are completely opposite of what they know in their minds. I think that belief is knowledge that you act upon.
So. Then we rented two kids movies and snuggled on the couch.
Saturday came later than expected- hey, it's our one day to sleep in!
We went rollerblading and realized that after 1998, anyone with rollerblades is an object of some form of emotion resembling either nostalgia or pity. But we had fun, and that's what matters!
Saturday night: live jazz at the Vineyard followed by a night of laughter and appetizers with some Nashville friends.
Sunday was church, lunch with friends, and then our weekend together was mostly over. Dan headed to work, I headed to the gym, cleaned and cooked (I always feel accomplished as a wife when things look and taste good- haha), took dinner to him (yes, more romantic meals in the freezing cold break room!) and worked on a manuscript for awhile.
All in all, a good weekend. Always too short. Cliche, yes. True, yes.
I am in love and it is amazing. And in one week we celebrate our first wedding anniversary. Only a year? Wait, an entire year? I feel them both.
Right after work, Dan and I met with our pastor and his wife for dinner. We ended up staying and talking for 2 and half hours and discovered that, among other exciting things, they are Brian Regan fans. We are so excited to be in a church with people who are genuine, who are truly trying to live loving, Christ-like lives, who aren't condeming if you don't have it all together. It's been quite a process for me- learning to love the right way. I love how Jesus would call people out on what they were doing in their lives. He would say, "look, I love you with my whole heart. And it is heartbreaking to see you making this decision. You really need to stop. I'm not going to stop talking to you or caring about you... but I want the best for you." He poured compassion out on absolutely everybody, and so many times I, too, feel my heart breaking when I see friends making bad decisions day after day. But I tend to lack compassion. Saying to myself, they know better, they've been told.
I have more self-editing in store.
Wait. That was a tangent. All of that to say that I love our church because they believe those principles. Not because they say them or have the head knowledge. I know way too many people who know what to say but their actions are completely opposite of what they know in their minds. I think that belief is knowledge that you act upon.
So. Then we rented two kids movies and snuggled on the couch.
Saturday came later than expected- hey, it's our one day to sleep in!
We went rollerblading and realized that after 1998, anyone with rollerblades is an object of some form of emotion resembling either nostalgia or pity. But we had fun, and that's what matters!
Saturday night: live jazz at the Vineyard followed by a night of laughter and appetizers with some Nashville friends.
Sunday was church, lunch with friends, and then our weekend together was mostly over. Dan headed to work, I headed to the gym, cleaned and cooked (I always feel accomplished as a wife when things look and taste good- haha), took dinner to him (yes, more romantic meals in the freezing cold break room!) and worked on a manuscript for awhile.
All in all, a good weekend. Always too short. Cliche, yes. True, yes.
I am in love and it is amazing. And in one week we celebrate our first wedding anniversary. Only a year? Wait, an entire year? I feel them both.