Today’s entry is dedicated to my pastor and church. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I LOVE OUR CHURCH! Our church is a second family to us, and without them, TJ and I would be lost. Our pastor and his family have done so much for us over the years that we’ve been a part of our church, the most recent of which was caring for the boys while I was in labor with T.G. TJ’s mom and dad each live about an hour and a half away, and the afternoon I went into labor, it took some time for his family to stop what they were doing, get some things together, and then make the drive to the hospital. We didn’t want the boys at the hospital until they needed to be there. TJ missed Ta’s birth because he was with Th in the waiting room, and he didn’t want to miss another miracle birth because he was with the other children. We called our pastor, and he and his wife Gretchen came to the hospital, picked up the boys, and took them out for pizza. After eating, they brought them back to their hous...
Seeing God's blessings in everyday life. . .