Was shattered this morning after a pretty bad night with not much sleep. Put Kit back down to bed after his last night feed around 5:30am then didn’t bother going to bed before Gabriel got up at 7am.
Emma was more shattered.
We had our March Presbytery meeting with a great sermon from Gray Santano who was later examined for ordination. He preached from Habakkuk 2:1:
I will take my stand at my watchpost
and station myself on the tower,
and look out to see what he will say to me,
and what I will answer concerning my complaint.
He took each line as a point for the sermon… the last point was particularly helpful. Despite the sin of Judah, God would still rather they go to Him with a complaint against his righteous anger, than complaining to false gods and seeking gratification from them. He applied it really well. In suffering neither go all stoical and pretend you’re OK nor seek help from illicit pleasures, but go and complain to God.
Got home after some good chats with guys at Presbytery, shaved off the partial beard and took Gabriel to a kids party of the afternoon. It was a good chance to meet some other dads.
Emma and I managed to grab an hour to talk about our strategy for a 3 year old who is developing quickly.