We got to the beautiful (and rather formal) service complete with the teen that slept in, threw on a shirt, and managed to sneak his unkept, narly toes in sandals into the service. It was the roughest night sleep he had had in a while, and he actually nodded off. While listening to Johnny Mac in the most beautiful church I had been in in who-knows-how-long. If he ever nodded off in church before, I would have been ready, but this was a first. I simply had to let it slide.. His dad said I could go to this church alone and he would keep the kids, since we had all overslept- but, the teen wanted to go. I couldn't fault him for trying.
It's a funny thing about seeing a very well-known speaker. You see other people you know only from the internet. On one hand it was fantastic. I got to see a woman I instantly recognized from her blog.. Unfortunately, when a regular reader, it's easier to remember the name of the blog. And, that is what I shouted out when I saw her. Not her name, her blog. Embarrassing- She was great about it and very sweet.
Now, being the awkward, social idiot I am- I of course had to reference my son's narly toes at least once, and the fact that I went to a school John Macarthur would deem heretical: The Brownsville Revival School. I made sure I referenced this to any ear that would listen. Because: socially awkward.
I preferred to post this picture zoomed in to make it look like I got a front row seat. No such luck. I am too low-tech for that.
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