This has been one crazy week of ministry. It’s been up and down emotionally speaking but through it all, God has shown me some great moments of beauty, community and faithfulness. I’ve been a bit busy to write, but I’ll try to catch up. #famouslastwords
This week’s #FridayFive topic is The Ways You are Nailing Motherhood – which doesn’t necessarily apply to me, so I thought instead I’d go back a week and write on last week’s prompt. I still encourage you to go over to Mrs. Disciple and read some of the posts in this week’s link up!
So here’s last week’s #FridayFive:
Five Days I Would Live Again
April 24, 2016
I’ll start with the most recent. This past Sunday was our Confirmation Sunday. We confirmed 11 students and baptized one of them as well. Part of the service was them each sharing their faith. A few months ago I had given them a paper outlining some questions they could answer and I encouraged them to get creative. My hope with this many confirmands was that they would each show our congregation a bit of who they are as individuals. That God’s creativity in creation would shine through them. And it sure did. They each prepared their testimonies in their own way: we had videos, songs, slide shows of photography, drawings, some comedic relief. They did an amazing job and I wish I could relive that service, that day of celebration again and really take it all in. I’m so proud of each of them!
November 25, 2015
This one day could actually be a number of days – any days that I get to spend with my nieces are days to relive. But this one was particularly fun. I had just flown in that morning, these two greeted me at the airport with a hand made sign. Once we got lunch and back home, I took them to the park – well two parks because they couldn’t decide between the two. Then we went for ice cream. I can count on one hand the amount of days I’ve spent with them when they haven’t fought but that day they were like best of friends. It was a day filled with laughter, sunshine and plenty of “look at me Tia!” Not pictured is going to pick up the baby who came running into my arms the moment she saw me.
April, 2000
I don’t have a picture, or a specific date for this one – but it’s the day I first met my goddaughter. Her mom had just adopted her and they made their first visit to see us, it was also the weekend she was baptized. The weekend I first became a godmother. The day they flew in we were waiting at their gate. My aunt was carrying all their bags from the plane so the Goddaughter was walking. The minute she saw us she shrunk behind her mom. She wasn’t quite ready for us but it was a busy airport so my aunt told me to pick her up to walk to baggage claim. She stared at me like I was an alien. She cried for her mom. It wasn’t until we were in the car and I offered her a sip of my iced tea did she warm up to me. The rest of the day she loved me. It all started with some Arizona Iced Tea.
December 2ish, 2011
Once upon a time two seminarians decided kind of last minute to fly to NYC for the weekend before finals. We were burnt out for lots of good reasons that year and we needed a weekend of no homework and no drama. Our friend who shares my name also came and joined us for one of the days. I would relive that trip times a thousand and every trip to NYC since then. Every time I go to NYC I learn something new about the city and about myself. I love that city and I loved running around it with my favorite Roomsmate.
December 16, 2012
This day. This was what I would consider the beginning of our real friendship. I remember it so clearly, I had been having a rough couple days and the Kindergarten Teacher (who has since become the One that Moved to Seattle) called me after church and asked if I wanted to go get lunch. Then we went to Target and wandered the aisles. It was the first of many many lunches with her and her husband on Sunday afternoons. Afternoons spent wandering through stores, going to movies, living life together. Very few friendships have that starting moment – and this was ours. Our first selfie and the beginning of a friendship that I miss dearly now that she lives on the West coast.
This was a really fun post to write – there are so many days I’d love to relive. So many moments that are precious to me, captured through pictures that I keep dear to my heart. But for now, we’ll stick to these five.
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