So, I've been slightly incommunicado this week. I've thought about blogging, but really wasn't sure what to write. It's been a week of trying to make big decisions and not wanting to do the wrong thing...but not sure what the right thing is either.
Recently we've had a deaf woman attend our church. It's been exciting and frankly frightening for me. I feel inept at signing and the burden of trying to interpret really began wearing on me. We had our church's Fall Conference this weekend, which was really good and much needed. The timing couldn't have been more perfect as I really needed to pray through what this may or may not look like in our church. Both our pastor and Dave said that ultimately the decision to continue or not continue this ministry rested on me (which made sense because I was the only one who could sign) As conference went on, I began to realize that it has been a long time since I've received prayer. It was not intentional, it just hadn't happened. So, a lot of the feelings of being overwhelmed with the possibility of adding another ministry onto my plate and being the only one to do it at that, was my breaking point. I just sobbed through the last prayer session. During that time, I felt God free me from expectation and fears. I decided to wait and see what this morning brought (although I was leaning towards not continuing at all). I interpreted this morning and it went much better than last week (I had the sermon ahead of time and was able to prep a little better). I also found out two more people that sign and one of whom has a HUGE heart for the deaf...so she is interpreting for this woman next week. God provided. To be honest, I'm still not sure what the future will hold. It's exciting to have this as a possibility, but I'm still unsure of the execution or whether now is the time. This woman is also plugged into another church and is only coming to ours because we have "interpreters". hahaha. She is so sweet and incredibly nice. It's been a good experience in many ways: Forcing me to practice my signs, giving me abilities to use sign, but also...learning my balance and boundaries and trusting God to take care of me (by providing another person..or two...to help carry the load).
So, that's what this last week has been for me. Beyond that, things with the kids are good. Noah's loving preschool. Callie loves Noah being in preschool, because she can play in the house without being tormented. Dave is building Callie a dresser, since we haven't found anything we have liked that isn't WAY expensive. He's loving his new project. I stayed for second service to help with prayer and to go to worship, since I missed that this morning while chatting with this woman. I came home to a wonderfully clean house, vacuumed, kitchen clean, dishwasher running, and two napping children. My husband is INCREDIBLE. I was dreading going home knowing that the house was a mess (we were all exhausted after conference last night) and this morning we were rushing to get to church. I didn't want to have to deal with the house when I got home from a long morning...and my wonderful husband totally blessed me by cleaning up for me. He's pretty fantastic.
And that's how I'll end this terribly long post...