So I am back to work this week, but so is Juliette. With me. All the time. Which is LOVELY, don't get me wrong, except that I haven't written a sermon in a really long time and last time I checked I was one of those persnickety writers who had to have the perfect balance of silence, procrastination, inspiration, long stretches of time, and a general lack of irresistibly cute distraction in order to commit a single word to the page. Oh, and back in the day I was pretty hooked on having two hands with which to type the aforementioned word.
This is a very temporary arrangement, as this is Ben's last week of work. His company has their big annual event tomorrow, and it would have been bad form to resign just before it. But as of Monday morning, he is the resident stay-at-home parent. He's currently looking for a part-time job, and the naive plan is to figure out a way to tag-team Juliette care until she's at least a year old. Thankfully, the busyness of my job is matched only by its flexibility. And it doesn't hurt that we have a whole church full of people who are rooting for us. They really mean it when they offer to help. I've been told that there are few better jobs than ministry - especially in a small church - for being a working mama. I don't suppose that means it's going to be easy by any means, but easy is overrated. "Worth it" beats "easy" any day.
So the moral of the story is that I have no business blogging right now, but it's always been such a good warm-up for the homiletics that follow. Here's hoping for a passable manuscript by 10:30a.m. Sunday morning. [Tim Gunn voiceover: MAKE IT WORK!]