Exceedingly Abundantly Beyond

What a day!!  I can't say I'm sad it's over!  Happy Father's Day, Derick!  I hope you enjoyed FaceTime as much as I did!  And I hope you enjoyed "sitting with me" in church!  I look forward to that every Sunday! So this morning started with a series of emails and texts. (Actually that all started yesterday). Trying to find out who was riding their bike this afternoon at church. And trying to find a babysitter so that I could ride, too.  Since today was Father's Day, I struck out on the sitter.   I missed Derick so much this morning, getting ready for church.  I almost didn't want to go to church at all, but we made it.  My sister came over, just long enough for me to braid her hair this morning. And I cried on her shoulder for a few minutes.   When Derick first left, I used to tell my kids, our church wants to support us while Dad is gone.  So we're gonna go to church and we're gonna let them.  And they have, in so many ways!...

I spilled my water during church today.  Of course, it sinks in and runs down the crack in the back of the seat.  Suddenly, I see my friends leaping up so as to avoid the cold running toward their backsides.  I was so embarassed!  Involuntarily, the the tears started to flow. But, let me back up.  I have a 4 year old son, named Brody.  He is the only one of my children that I would actually label as clingy.  I've never had an issue putting my kids in babysitting for a Bible Study, or taking them to Sunday School.  They don't cry when they spend the night at grandma's house, or even a friend's house, for that matter.  And the first day of school is exciting, not dreadful! That is, until I had Brody... When Brody came along, everything changed.  Including how sympathetic I am to tears at my departure.  Once upon a time, Derick and I would take him to Sunday School together.  We'd open the door, throw him at the teacher and ...