I mentioned the Christmas Fun Day we took Isabella too last weekend. It was thrown by the children's department, but all the staff and their wives helped or showed up to 'press the flesh' as Nick said. Our time at Georgetown has been a bit frustrating/confusing for me thus far but it's hard not to trust that it's for the best when I consider moments like the above. The man in the yellow shirt is GAC's Sr. Pastor. That's right, the man in charge of the whole flock sitting with preschoolers, decorating cookies while wearing a cheesy halo.
I don't know him all that well, but Nick speaks the world of him. I've spent a few evenings with him the most recent being the Staff Christmas Party. We did a gift exchange. He ended up with a cheesy mug full of mints. He then tried to talk everyone into taking it off his hands while eating the mints.
It's moments like those that still the doubts in my heart. The doubts that Nick and I are maybe not really cut out for ministry. But when you see leaders being so human, (for lack of a better word), it makes me feel more confident to keep on trekking through this journey.