I’m on the treadmill this morning, grooving to some high-energy tunes from my workout playlist. MmmBop (yes that one, by Hanson) comes on. Brian runs to the doorway, a look of great alarm on his face, “We own this song?!!” “Yeah, it’s happy.” My spousal approval ratings plunge.
Talked Out February 25, 2008
We just finished up our Creative Church Conference last Friday, which is pretty much the Super Bowl of my working year. It’s such a privilege to be able to interact with the thousands of church leaders who attend—my favorite part of my job. Every year it seems like I come away with one major realization and this time it was that every church has a story. And though they have similarities and overlapping circumstances with many other churches, they only realize their full potential when they come into their own and follow God’s lead for exactly who He wants them to become—just like each of us individually.
All that interaction came with a price, and since Friday afternoon I’ve had laryngitis. Too much talking + too much volume = no voice. However, there’s no better place to be with such an ailment than amidst pastors. Many of them put their arm around me and prayed for me on the spot. This was definitely the kindest group of attendees that I’ve ever experienced! And here’s a cool story…when one of the people visiting our booth realized I lost my voice, she said she works for an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist who just so happens to be Reese Witherspoon’s dad. She highly recommended Mucinex, so I picked some up today and hope it helps soon.
At first, Brian and Ben were very sympathetic, but by now they find my attempts at non-verbal communication completely hilarious. Brian has not had this much good material in ages. I bang on the couch to get his attention and he looks back at me with mock shock and says, “Don’t yell at me!” And Ben has picked right up on the fun. We took a walk today and I was trying to get him to expand on a point by making a rolling action with my hands. So he quips, “You want to go over a waterfall? In a barrel? Mom I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” Such comedians. I’m left to respond with Grommit-like eye rolls.
Mostly, after a week of barely seeing my family, I’m reveling in being home with my sweeties, immersing myself in all things domestic and looking ahead to what’s next.
