WOO HOO!

Well as if life isn’t busy enough, it just gets crazier and crazier.  This past weekend, I had planned a fall retreat for our Senior High group.  We called it Detox.  We took a look 2 Kings 17, the fall of Israel.  We discussed and thought through what God wants for our lives.  More importantly the toxic things in our lives that we need to detoxify in order to have a right relationship with God.  This was great!  What a phenomenal weekend.  We left right after school let out on Friday and made it up to Hickory Run State Park to go camping.  We had great times around the fire, laughing, talking, singing, praising God, praying, and enjoying God’s nature.  On saturday we spent the day white water rafting!  What a blast…

Everyone enjoyed themselves…  Everyone that is except me!  I had a great time until say, midnight saturday evening when I got deathly sick!  There is nothing worse than being sick to your stomach…

Oh, wait, yes there is.  

It’s called being sick to your stomach while hanging your head out of a 6 man tent, only to return to the most uncomfortable section of God’s green earth, clutching your stomach.  There can’t be anything worse than that…

Oh wait, yes there is.

It’s called being sick to your stomach while hanging your head out of a 6 man tent, with 20 teenagers all within earshot of you, listening and carrying on, only to return to the most uncomfortable section of God’s green earth, clutching your stomach. Um… Yes, That is the worst thing.

UGH!  Anyhow, my poor wife, Noah was sick at the same time as me, 3 years old and all barfing all over the place.  She deserves accolade upon accolade!  I love that woman!

So, I get home, and one day later, I am off again.  This time for our pastoral staff retreat.  As a staff we needed time to just be together and plan, philosophy, dream, pray, and seek God’s face.  We are here in Beach Haven, NJ at IBC’s missions house.  Pray for us as we spend some great time with one another, bonding, praying, thinking, planning, praying, laughing, praying, and seeking after God’s will for First Baptist.  

I can’t wait to get home to my family for a while!  One of our elders said to my wife, He (being me) must feel like a stranger in his own house.  NOT GOOD!  I can’t wait to get on the floor and wrestle Noah till he is crying tears from laughter; play baby dolls with Grace, and cover her with kisses.  And Tiffany, well, she needs a few kisses herself!  

Kisses are coming Babe!  See you tomorrow…

~Peter