I have this snotty girl in my class. Every time I look at Sarah she has some sort of snot on her face. Either running down her lip, smeared across her face or dried up and crusty around her nose. Today I had my hand on her shoulder and she turned her head. She slimed me. Thankfully, I was dropping them off at music class at the time and I could go straight to the restroom and scrub my arm. S’not one of the joys of teaching.
The preacher has called and left messages for me three times this week plus one email. I finally gave in and returned his call tonight. He asked if he’d “missed a wedding”. I probably didn’t handle it right but I just laughed and said I was having the baby on my own. Hello…I’m 39, most people figure it out. He said he wanted to meet with me to talk about what this new life would be like and what scripture has to say. I agreed to meet with him but I’m nervous. He probably just wants to pray with me and assure himself that I intend to let him baptize the baby. I’m not very close with this pastor and I’m not sure how much of our story to share with him. I’m afraid I’ll get emotional trying to tell it. Tears can be misinterpreted. God had a big part in every part of my journey, even when I felt myself trying to turn away from Him. I need to find some strength and make sure he knows this was a well thought out choice and that I had a force much larger than myself propelling me every step of the way.
I would like for my child to experience our small country church. I’m not opposed to finding a new church home but I’m very shy and it’s difficult for me to try new ones by myself. Also, I don’t want to leave my dad to go to our quirky church all alone. I know he won’t go as often if I don’t go with him.