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Plan Time
We had a six- month- old, a two- year- old, and bags under our
eyes as big as Mary Poppins’s suitcase. That particular Sunday,
despite our weariness, we got them dressed and to church—
mostly on time. Once they got settled in the makeshift nursery,
we set out to find the sanctuary.
Don’t worry; we weren’t so exhausted that we couldn’t
find our own church sanctuary. That Sunday was part of our
church’s yearly missions conference. Thousands of people
from all across the world gathered, and we needed a bigger
location, so the church service was held at our local conven-
tion center.
Frankly, Jimmy and I hadn’t gotten out much since becom-
ing parents. We had a steady routine of feedings, diapers, the
occasional bit of sleep, and church. As I sat there in an un-
familiar building, worshipping with so many new people, I felt
energized by my new surroundings. I looked around at all the
people who had traveled far and wide to join us. I wondered
where they’d come from and what their journeys were like.