Neverending weekend
And I mean that in the best possible way. But I really don't think we could have stuffed more life into two and a half days if we tried.
On Friday night, Brandon's Christian improv comedy group O3M performed for a DNow event. This was the boys' first time to see the group, as their heyday of performing occupied our pre-parenthood years. They were highly entertained at the antics of their Daddy and his friends. Especially Aden, whose laughter occasionally made the crowd turn and laugh at him.
The first Saturday event was the Awana Grand Prix, a pinewood derby race for our Awana kids. This was the first year that Trey was willing to participate, and by willing, I mean he anxiously signed up months ago, worked hard on his car with Poppop, and gradually grew so nervous that he regretted ever signing up. But this became an opportunity for courage and trust, with many prayers to God for Trey's strength and peace of mind.
Boy is God ever working on this kid. Trey went from hoping he wouldn't win anything to actually hoping for a trophy. And he got one! Trey and Poppop built the third fastest car in the Sparks race!
Then on Saturday evening we gathered with Brandon's basketball team for their banquet. What a fantastic group of young men, my favorite team yet. The boys' favorite too. Good to see my little men hanging out with some good influences, and wonderful to celebrate a successful season. Proud of the guys, and proud of their coach.
(That would be Scott, who is pretty much Aden's hero. Boy will we miss him next year.)
Sunday was a wonderful mashup of church, a non-fancy but oh-so-nice lunch to celebrate Giga's birthday (happy birthday to my Mama!!), and rehearsal for The Cry of Christ.
This was our last true rehearsal for the year, in front of two straight weekends of performances. Things are a bit different this year for several reasons, and hopefully I'll be able to write more about that later. The whole process has been a bit discouraging this year, but the Lord has been faithful to provide small nuggets of hope.
This is my curtain slot, an eighteen inch by eighteen inch space where I stand to control the curtain, send actors onstage, and all manner of other tasks. My first time up there this year, someone had left me a message. Not sure who it was. Some may call this graffiti. I call it hope. It's hard to see. I did my best to kind of hold the camera behind my head, but even then it was terribly close to the wall in front of me.
Ashley, Phil 1:3 I thank my God in all my remembrance of you!
Praise the Lord for His goodness and life's fullness. And for a comfy bed, to which I will momentarily be dragging what is left of my worked-off tail.
On Friday night, Brandon's Christian improv comedy group O3M performed for a DNow event. This was the boys' first time to see the group, as their heyday of performing occupied our pre-parenthood years. They were highly entertained at the antics of their Daddy and his friends. Especially Aden, whose laughter occasionally made the crowd turn and laugh at him.
The first Saturday event was the Awana Grand Prix, a pinewood derby race for our Awana kids. This was the first year that Trey was willing to participate, and by willing, I mean he anxiously signed up months ago, worked hard on his car with Poppop, and gradually grew so nervous that he regretted ever signing up. But this became an opportunity for courage and trust, with many prayers to God for Trey's strength and peace of mind.
Boy is God ever working on this kid. Trey went from hoping he wouldn't win anything to actually hoping for a trophy. And he got one! Trey and Poppop built the third fastest car in the Sparks race!
Then on Saturday evening we gathered with Brandon's basketball team for their banquet. What a fantastic group of young men, my favorite team yet. The boys' favorite too. Good to see my little men hanging out with some good influences, and wonderful to celebrate a successful season. Proud of the guys, and proud of their coach.
(That would be Scott, who is pretty much Aden's hero. Boy will we miss him next year.)
Sunday was a wonderful mashup of church, a non-fancy but oh-so-nice lunch to celebrate Giga's birthday (happy birthday to my Mama!!), and rehearsal for The Cry of Christ.
This was our last true rehearsal for the year, in front of two straight weekends of performances. Things are a bit different this year for several reasons, and hopefully I'll be able to write more about that later. The whole process has been a bit discouraging this year, but the Lord has been faithful to provide small nuggets of hope.
This is my curtain slot, an eighteen inch by eighteen inch space where I stand to control the curtain, send actors onstage, and all manner of other tasks. My first time up there this year, someone had left me a message. Not sure who it was. Some may call this graffiti. I call it hope. It's hard to see. I did my best to kind of hold the camera behind my head, but even then it was terribly close to the wall in front of me.
Ashley, Phil 1:3 I thank my God in all my remembrance of you!
Praise the Lord for His goodness and life's fullness. And for a comfy bed, to which I will momentarily be dragging what is left of my worked-off tail.
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