This morning I am not sitting in the pew. That happens sometimes. Daniel and Bright are there, and the little ones and I are at home in our pajamas, napping, potty training, and blogging.
I thought this would be a good time to post this picture:
We spent the next 20 minutes taking turns crawling carefully in and out of the sanctuary to worship. I was proud, inspired, and truly touched by the blessing of this. On so many levels, this was just...right.
We've said it before, and we'll say it again. Thank you, Rev. Bright.