For real, am I the only who fears DVT from being forced to sit for one million hours a day doing hw? Yes? Okay. Well, pin a rose on your blood clot.
Anywayyyy my Bio class from hades only has 9 more days of cruelty left in it before it extinguishes itself in its own schedule crippling horror, and I could not be more ready for it. The last five weeks have consisted of 100% guilt over the aformentioned time suck, during which SOMEONE had to take care of the baby while I plodded through 15 weeks of information squeeeeeezed into 1/3 of the time. To the pace of six hours of labs every other day. That someone watching the baby is my husband, who did I mention, is home solely to work on his PhD so he can graduate in the next ten years?? No? Oops. No, instead of PhD completion we are working on Mitosis and Meiosis for an associates degree that, by the way, is NOT bringing home any bacon, at least not for the next twenty years. Wife fail. Bio fail. Summer fail. From now on, I'm maxing out my schedule at one class a semester. Class of 4035, here I come.
In other news, this week was our church's VBS - that's Vacation Bible School for those who did not grow up with that (like me, who had to ask what VBS was a few years ago.) I've never participated in a traditional VBS and honestly, there are not letters enough in our alphabet to describe the amounts of fun I am having. First off, I get to serve in ministry with my husband - right there, my two favorite things in one: ministry. my babe. together. Secondly, we're characters in a skit put on each night for K-6th graders, and I am really not sure who enjoys it more. They think we are hilarious, and my heart gets filled to the brim and overflows allll over the floor at the sight of a gym full of kids laughing and singing Scriptures and competing with who can recite their verses the loudest and and and and so many things. The first night they all got construction hats to take home to decorate, and when I tell you I teared up judging them the next night (for a prize, not bc I'm a judgy judger - see previous post) I am not exaggerating even a little bit. These kids put time and effort and heart and stickers and hammers and lights (!!) allllll into these hats, and I melted. And seeing their little eyes light up when they finally catch on to the song or dance we're doing, there are no words. Thirdly, the skits in themselves are dang hilarious. I haven't made it through a single one without cracking up completely. Deej gets to be silly, I get to be silly and loud, so everybody's happy.
There's also a very comforting undertone to the whole camp that the pressure is not on us...the feeling is very much one of trust and faith that we are there to serve God and His children, and He is the one who draws little hearts to Himself. We can make mistakes and it's ok. We can flub a line and the kids still have a blast and they get the point. This is very comforting and peaceful and redemptive for me for ministry as a whole. Whether it was being part of creative team meetings this week, witnessing others serve as a team, or just worshipping with the kids and having fun, I am finding hope awakened again.
Welp, this has been a wonderful procrastination from the bio lab just waiting to take over my afternoon, but the cells they are a-callin'. Lurv you all.
Bless this mess,