monday
Monday, January 10, 2005 by niebuhrian
It's Monday morning and I am doing my best to avoid my sermon and all that it entails. I'm not quite sure what to make of my resistance, other than just to acknowledge it and move forward.
My wife and I spent the weekend with her parents. It was a good visit which was initiated by the desire to see my new (7 month old) nephew who lives with his parents in Seattle. This was the first time that I had the opportunity to meet him, and he is the smartest, most well-behaved 7 month old I have ever seen. At least until we decide to have children...
I am always afraid that I will break babies. Visions run through my head of dropping them, holding them the wrong way, or of them just crying all the time. So part of my day Saturday was spent dealing with the minor neurotic nuisances that have kept me away from children. It was a good experience to get past them. The thing I remember most is walking outside with Jack (the 7 month old) and whispering in his ear. I remember saying over and over again, that no matter what happens, no matter what he does, I will always love him, I will always be there...
When I returned to the church, there was a note in my mailbox telling me that I will perform my first Baptism at the end of the month. It seems I have traded one anxiety for another...
My wife and I spent the weekend with her parents. It was a good visit which was initiated by the desire to see my new (7 month old) nephew who lives with his parents in Seattle. This was the first time that I had the opportunity to meet him, and he is the smartest, most well-behaved 7 month old I have ever seen. At least until we decide to have children...
I am always afraid that I will break babies. Visions run through my head of dropping them, holding them the wrong way, or of them just crying all the time. So part of my day Saturday was spent dealing with the minor neurotic nuisances that have kept me away from children. It was a good experience to get past them. The thing I remember most is walking outside with Jack (the 7 month old) and whispering in his ear. I remember saying over and over again, that no matter what happens, no matter what he does, I will always love him, I will always be there...
When I returned to the church, there was a note in my mailbox telling me that I will perform my first Baptism at the end of the month. It seems I have traded one anxiety for another...
