Tonight our church went from a missionary church to a particular church. This means that our tiny church, which has been in the planting phase for four years now, can now stand on its own with no monetary support from the Presbytery. And Scott and I got to be a part of the celebration, as members.
As I sat in the celebration service tonight, I felt very taken care of by God. And very aware of how much I do not know about what I need. I remember the first time with visited South Point, and, in pride, we expressed to each other that we weren't sure if it was what we were looking for. Because, of course, we were looking for Intown, which was not to be found in South Atlanta. What I have found since then, is that Southpoint seems like the perfect fit for our family. We have grown to love the people and the church, and no matter where life takes us, this small church will always be so special to me because it is the first church Scott and I joined as a married couple, and it will be the church where Ada is baptized (more on that later because that has been a decision I have wrestled with). Tonight let me see even more into the hearts of the people who first started Southpoint, and it was very encouraging to hear how much they desire for everyone to know the gospel. Simple as that. It all comes back to the gospel. God continues to provide in such specific and unpredictable ways.
On a completely opposite note, I am just having the hardest time with the half-marathon training, and I am quickly losing steam. I just keep hitting brick wall after brick wall. The running is not getting easier, and I am getting more and more behind in my training. I can't even run three miles, and it's not for lack of effort. It feels physically impossible. Any advice, anyone? My motivation is hitting rock bottom, and I feel like throwing in the towel. I thought it would get easier. I am having a hard time remembering why I wanted to do this in the first place. I burn more calories doing tae bo boot camp, and it isn't nearly as hard for me to do. I don't know. Maybe I am just not a runner.
And the last random thing to share, our desk top computer is so very sick with a virus, and I don't know when I will be able to download any pictures. I am so scared that I am going to lose all of my pictures because of this. I have a few printed of Ada after she was born, and I have a few saved with Kodak Gallery, but not nearly as many as I have saved on the desktop. Any computer geniuses out there have any advice for getting rid of a virus?
P.S. tonight marks night three in letting Ada cry-it-out. She slept all night last night, but I think it was just a fluke. So with renewed determination, we will see what happens tonight. Stay posted.