A week to remember.

Its Friday night, and I have come to the conclusion that this past week has been the best week I have had for awhile.  This week was winterim week for the high school students.  Taylor interned at the hospital all week and didn't have to go to classes.  She also took time off of her paying job so she could intern.  That meant she was home every night this week.  Which, in turn means we had all six family members at the supper table at the same time.  It was great.  She even hung out with her parents in the same room and had good conversations with us.  Then, I think Sarah and I played chutes and ladders every night with Judah and Hope. Jake and Judah gave me hugs on their own when I said I was leaving for praise team Thursday night.  And when I went to bed Thursday night I found this note under my pillow.

 

Pretty cool, huh?  I thought so.

 

This past Wednesday was the People's Choice Awards on T.V.  One Republic was playing live.  I called out to Taylor to come watch it with me since she likes them just as much I do.  She commented that she doesn't like listening to bands play live.  She thinks they sound terrible.  I told her I  loved live music, it's so raw. It's so vulnerable. Hearing that they are not as perfect as that recording I hear, tells me that they aren't afraid to let it hang out there.  Then I started thinking.  I wish I could be more raw and vulnerable. Just let it hang out there. It would probably make me a humble little being.  It would probably be easier for others to help keep me in check.  I think we Christ followers need to become more raw and vulnerable.  But how do I get there?  How did I get here?  Is it the western culture that has crept in and diluted what Christians were intended to do, making it our own comfortable religion?  Are other cultures raw and vulnerable?  I suppose this might be a question I ask Taylor after she gets her job as an anthropologist.

 

 

 

 

Rock on

J