February 12th, 2013


So. The last couple of weeks were pretty crazy. The last few days of January and the first couple of days of February were, as I've mentioned, taken up by Aunt Nina's funeral. And, believe it or not, last week was even more insane.

It started on Sunday, when I had to run around before and after the church service coordinating schedules with people. One of the young couples at church had asked me to babysit, and the youth pastor had asked me to chaperon a youth group trip to Founder's Week at Moody Bible Institute in Chicago. Lots of questions, running back and forth between parent and pastor. What days did they need a babysitter? Monday through Wednesday, six hours a day. When was the youth group trip? How big was it? What was a Founder's Week? Wednesday through Saturday, three guys and two girls, Founder's Week involved well-known Christian speakers like David Platt and John MacArthur.

I had gone to church thinking I would say yes to babysitting (I needed the money) and no to Chicago (after three days with three young kids, I'd need some rest, right?), but the babysitting schedule was flexible enough that I could be done before they left for Chicago, and, well, David Platt and John MacArthur. In Chicago.

So Monday-Wednesday, I played hide-and-seek, helped with schoolwork, read kids' books aloud, made paper airplanes and cootie catchers, and gained a whole new level of respect and admiration for stay-at-home moms, especially those who homeschool.

After I was done babysitting on Wednesday, I hurried home, threw some clothes in a bag, and was on a train to Chicago with five teenagers and one youth pastor.

There was very little sleep involved with this whole schedule, certainly less than I would have liked. There wasn't a whole lot of rest, even, except if you count the five hours on the Amtrak to Chicago and the one hour commute each way every day, since we stayed in the suburbs and the conference was in the city. But the activity of running around downtown more than made up for the train time.

Sometimes, the most important thing you can do is rest. But there are other times when resting is the worst thing you can do. I had a crazy week, but it was amazing, and I think if I hadn't been forced into the flurry of activity I would have allowed Aunt Nina's death, along with other circumstances, to pull me into a pretty serious depression. Instead, I think I'm ready to keep going. I've already got some plans lined up: friends are in town, apparently word of my babysitting prowess has gotten around church already, and of course I'm going to continue my daily blog. I'm also seriously tempted to move to Chicago. Those trains were awesome.