I haven't been to Sunday school type gathering since I was confirmed in 9th grade. Well, I guess that isn't entirely true. I was active in Youth group through my Senior year of high school. Regardless, that was well, over, (cough, cough), 15 years ago! Yikes! That was so long ago, yet it seems like yesterday! Anyway, guess where I am going tonight???? duh duh duh dahhhh.....bible study. PWOC (Protestant Women of the Church) to be exact. I've been itching to join some kind of bible for awhile now, but I am definitely a comfort in numbers kind of person. My "soon to be, new, but she doesn't know it yet, BFF" started going earlier this fall and she loves it. We have a very similar background and our husbands seem to be on the same level as far as their feelings on the subject go. There are something like 3000 Americans in this area, but the bible study only had something like 8 ladies attend. Those are my kind of numbers, but only if I can sit quietly and take it all in. Tara (my "soon to be, new, but she doesn't know it yet, BFF") told me a kind of funny story of one of her first experiences. I'll share because that's what middle children do. After dinner, prayers begin. Being new, she didn't really know the ropes yet. She was slightly uncomfortable as she isn't into such an open worship. A few people shared their prayers then it was silent. Tara interpreted that silence as a time to wait for those who haven't shared to jump on in. Tara mustered up the courage and prayed aloud. She said she could have died. She said people were praying for loved ones suffering from cancer, those encountering death, true hardships and here she was taking up a line with God to pray for her perfectly healthy family. Needless to say, she's never prayed aloud in the group again. I won't be either. I could say prayers of thanks, I suppose, but I'll save those for my private conversations with God. So, with that, I'll breathe in and breathe out and convince myself to face my social anxiety (yes, Lisa, I know you understand what I'm saying) and walk through that door tonight.
Claire is nine months old. She is such an active kid, always on the go. She no longer lays nicely when we change her diaper. It is quite the challenge. She is getting rather quick at crawling, so we have to move just as quickly to keep her out of where she doesn't belong--the fridge, cupboards, etc. Developmentally, she is right on track or maybe a bit advanced in our biased eyes. She crawls, pulls herself up, is beginning to move from one piece of furniture to another, mostly eats table food, and imitates us (both in the noises we make or actions--knocking on a door). When we hold her hands, she is beginning to take steps without much guidance. On Saturday, she made her first attempt to climb a step. Sadly, it ended with her sliding down. She has three teeth--two on the bottom, one on top with another coming in on top. Ten things we love about her: 1. her smile 2. her curiosity 3. the way she holds our hands or her own hands when she sleeps 4. her easy-goingness 5....
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