Such a great weekend. Here are 10 things I’m thankful for on this beautiful Monday morning:
10) I spent Friday with my baby nephew. I’m not a very good babysitter, but… and that’s it. We had fun. I read him about 20 books. He explained them to me. He’s brilliant.
9) We’re car shopping but without the pressure of needing to get something now. There’s nothing more stressful than buying a car. As I discussed with a friend: when we were kids, we thought it would be as easy as waltzing (or fox-trotting) into a dealership and picking the blue one. Ha! Try the yellow one! It’s not a lemon! (wink, wink).
8) Our garage has been host to a growing pile of garbage that we finally got rid of as can capacity allowed for the overages. Some of the bags we got rid of had wrapping paper inside — from Christmas ’03.
7) Speaking of cleaning out stuff, we trashed an IKEA shelf that’s been moved more times than allowed by Swedish law and thus spontaneously collapsed. It’s gone now, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, corrugated cardboard to less corrugated cardboard…
6) Someone from our church bought Lexi a Junior-sized rocking Chair for Christmas, and we finally had a chance to pick it up and unbox it. Lexi loves her chair, and the boys love their empty box. Looking for big boxes? Try Art Van.
5) Saturday was a really nice day. Really nice. If I could italicize really a bunch of times, I would. Sunshine and 40’s? Shorts. No question.
4) I got to lead worship and preach at pfmchurch. I love every part of my job, even the parts that are sometimes awkward and unlikable. Our worship team is stepping up in a huge way. I’m grateful.
3) We dedicated 3 children in yesterday’s service — and it was the very best baby dedication I’ve ever done because I didn’t scare any kids. Listen: every baby dedication is special. They’re usually freaked out by the huge bald guy with Harry Carey glasses (how do they even know that reference?) holding them in front of a bunch of people. Wouldn’t that freak you out? Exactly. But the children weren’t freaked out. They even let me hold ’em and bless ’em and dedicate ’em, and none of ’em defecated on me. PTL.
2) Emily’s mom and brother have graciously agreed to, again, take over all three Davidson kids while we’re at Pastor/Spouse Retreat. Now in our 15th year, we find ourselves again in the familiar and Bavarian territory of Frankenmuth, Michigan. Like going to Grandma’s house, nothing changes. This comfort is aided by comfort food: chicken, various other German foods, and plenty of Chocolate Cheese.
1) I’m thankful for my lovely wife, Emily. Not just because she’s my wife, but because she’s making an impact. Her article, Public Places: The Need To Stay Strong and Courageous is published in the current issue of Autism Parenting Magazine. She’s an amazing writer, yes, but she’s also writing from authentic corners of her soul. I love her.