You can’t see me, but I’m smiling right this moment.
My skin burns with the sun of spring and my muscles ache from climbing Medoc Mountain.
And y’all, it ain’t a mountain.
It’s more like a very small hill with places to camp, surrounded by amateur hiking trails.
Well, they’re amateur if you’re accustomed to hiking, but I am not.
For those of you who know me, you know that when I start sweating, I stop whatever I am doing. Even if that thing is running the vacuum.
For those of you who don’t know me, now you know.
I do not sweat.
Today, yours truly hiked for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
I let my kids chase baby snakes through the dead leaves.
I let my babies climb rocks while the preacher yelled at them to climb down. I cheered them on and took pictures. I want my babies to be brave, not just cute.
I let my crew walk ankle-deep in mud and I walked with them. I didn’t even grumble. Circle this date on your wall calendars and pen in, “Lori did not grumble.” This event will only happen once this year and today was the day of no grumbling. Make sure you use red ink.
I lifted underbrush to look for lizards and frogs and we stuck our hands in the river and we jumped rocks like nobody’s business and it was fun.
I’m not good at fun, but today I was.
Dang fun, if I do say so myself.
The preacher never once mentioned his sermon and I didn’t wring my hands over the heaviness of church planting and our kids were just our kids.
Not just one more job. Not just one more person to point to Jesus.
They were our children.
And I fell in love with our little people today.
All over again.
And I’d sweat all over again tomorrow to feel this way again.
I know you guys read between the lines of my weekly ramblings and some of you pray without ceasing for our tribe of children. Please keep praying for them…for us. Church planting is hard for us. It is very different from working in full-time ministry. Church planting in such a way that we draw the un-believer to Christ requires us to look at everyone we meet with one thought: Is Christ drawing this person to Himself and how do I, we, fit into His drawing?
Our children get lost in the fray sometimes.
Most times, if I’m honest.
So I humbly thank you for loving our children.
And for loving us.
We absolutely could not run this race well without you.
*And just a note…that picture of Greenley at the bottom of the rock crying is not because she was injured in the making of this picture. She was mad because the other kids left her in the dust. It’s hard work being 2.