I most certainly survived Mother's Day at Stonebridge. In fact, it was a kick. Here is a run down of my second Mother's Day.
Well, we still start the night before. Saturday we drove home from a wonderful mini-trip to see my folks and my grandparents, who had already drove 13 hours from Colorado to see us and Dekker. We got home around 5:00 and Dave was so gracious to encourage me to go lay down and rest, which I did from about 6:30-8:00. I got up and we ordered late-night sushi. You bet we did. I could think of nothing I wanted more, for Saturday night and for Mother's Day and for something to keep my mind of the next morning. Plus, I was pretty sure I could be to bed by 10:30 and I don't think I would have gotten to bed earlier anyway. SNL was a riot Saturday night, but I was pretty disciplined to go to bed before it was over because I had a few warnings that Sunday would be exhausting.
6:45: Alarm goes off. I turn it off. I go back to sleep.
7:15: I wake up and panic about what time it is. I can usually depend on Dekker to be a little "alarm clock" but he has been sleeping in lately, a side effect (glorious) of switching him to one nap-- he's "catching up" on his sleep at night b/c he doesn't yet nap as long as he should. Anyway, once I realize what time it is I start to remember the dream I had from 6:45-7:15. In my dream I arrived at the church and couldn't find my manuscript. Then, I realized I wasn't preaching to the big church, but in a side room for "children's" church, but there were no children in there... just a few adults, one who had a video camera that I didn't know. Anyway, I am a counselor (you know) but in all my education I have had one 30 minute lecture on dream analysis. And this is what I know... "Don't focus on the details of the dream, but how you felt during the dream." Well, I can tell you that during this dream I felt disappointed. So I had a little pep talk with myself that obviously in the back part of my mind that I WANTED to do this, and that I would be disappointed if I didn't. And that is true.
7:25: Realize last nights hair is not going to work. Stick head under running water and start over. Kick myself for not getting a new straight iron and am SO THANKFUL that I borrowed Beth's on Thursday. Life Saver!
7:45-8:30: Get dressed, make-up and hair and breakfast. Talk myself into wearing more make-up than usual, especially eye liner and lipstick, because heaven only knows that those lights on that stage are not exactly flattering. I ate oatmeal for breakfast. I reasoned that it was low points and that it would keep me full. I was correct.
8:45: Arrive at church. So glad I was early. I proofed the power-point and did find some corrections, namely the translation they were using was different than my manuscript.
9:30: Service One begins. I am loving worship. My husband, sister-in-law and mother-in-law are there. They are so sweet and I feel so incredibly blessed. I am standing shoulder to shoulder with our senior pastor, Mark. He is the only person who sings louder and worse than me, so I love standing by him. I feel like I can all but shout and scream my praises and no one knows.
You should know here that one of my greatest fears of public speaking is that my microphone will accidentally turn on during worship. I shudder thinking about it. My other fears are arm pit stains/sweat marks and having my zipper down.
10:00: A nice introduction from Pastor Mark and we're on our way. I felt great. I love public speaking, even though it really does make me nervous.
