Church

Ever since the girls were born, church terrified me. Absolutely terrified me. Since my husband is a pastor, I knew I would be alone with two babies to handle in a room full of people that were quiet. I wanted to reach out to any other pastor's wives out there who had twins and ask how they did it because I knew I could not possibly be the only person in the world that was scared to death to take 2 babies to church by herself, with no family around, while her husband sat on the platform throughout the entire service. Not to mention we had just moved here, so not only was there no family around, but I didn't know a soul there.

Because the girls were preemies, I didn't take them to their first service until they were almost 8 weeks old. My sister was in town when we went, so she held one sleeping, tiny infant through the entire service while I held the other. Simple enough. Lots of kind, well-intentioned church members offered to help the next time I went by myself. I can still remember both of the girls getting fussy and me handing one of them off to a complete stranger while I took the other out to soothe her. It is a scary, scary thing, let me tell you. To this day I watch new mothers come into church and am very envious of them with only 1 baby to deal with and a husband sitting by her side to help.

Here we are, one year later, and I've had wonderful people come to my rescue at church. However, help, even family help, can't quite help...the girls want their mommy OR they want their bed. Their bed. Not my shoulder, not someone else's shoulder, but their bed. After all, one of their two naps of the day is in the morning....when we're at church. Church has become a challenge.

Today Chris didn't have to preach so he was able to sit with me. At one point we even had a third person helping, and at another point, we had a 4th person helping. But guess where Chris and I ended up: In the mother's room with both girls. It wasn't that they were hungry or tired, they just wanted to play. They don't quite get this whole "sit still and be quiet for 1.5 hours" thing just yet. And it wouldn't matter if Chris was able to help today or not...it's just a bit chaotic at this age.

When Chris got home much later from the meetings he had after church today, he got out of his suit, into his comfy clothes, got his his guitar out and we played songs for the girls and sang about Jesus. Because, after all, home is where they will learn most about Him. Especially at this age. Home is where they will see Him. What an awesome responsibility we have.

They LOVE the guitar.

Decided to plop them in their Bumbo's....worked much better! They love to "sing"!

And after a couple of songs, time for a little prayer...this is what it's all about.