A week without Daddy is a sad week, indeed.
Mommy and Maggie sleep with less ease.
A week without Daddy means no strong, tickling hands
And big bear hugs are in high demand.
A week without Daddy is not our favorite week,
But tomorrow he gets back and we will go out to eat!
...OK, obviously a work of art! But I couldn't justify any more time spent on thinking up rhymes. Needless to say, though, I have been missing my man something fierce! There is something about the knowledge of Daddy coming home at the end of the day that really helps to get you through a bought of crying or whining or teething or ??? you name it; but the knowledge of Daddy's absence for an entire week has the opposite effect. But, tomorrow, he returns! Yay!
From the sounds of it, camp was amazing - lots of great ministry, one of one conversations, and fabulous preaching. There were fun games and a lot of dirty kids. Robert was one of the "hype" men this year, and he had a lot of fun doing that. And, I'm SO thankful (despite how much he was missed) that he was able to be there, attending to all of that, and know that I was at home taking care of our baby and apartment...
I've been thinking that with ministry this sort of thing might be asked of us a lot. Trying to think about the future and what we might do: take the kids, leave the kids with someone else, don't go? These decisions do not need to be made today, obviously, but it is something to think about. My number one responsibility is my husband and children (future tense, obviously since i have only 1 as of right now!) and doing ministry with them as a family is a DREAM! When they're littler and money is "littler" it can be tough. But, it's so awesome to know that the Lord provides! And, He will not call us to anything that is too difficult for us! So, with all of that in mind, and with me wanting to get to bed...I leave this for another time.
Goodnight Cyberspace and my few reading friends :)