It’s 12:02 am at the end of the week and I’m having trouble sleeping.
It may be because I’m overcome in my mind by so many things, so many beautiful things.
My lovely wife is laying awake too. She’s 7 & 1/2 months pregnant with our first child and daughter, Charlotte Sofia White. I can already guess that Charlotte is a mover and a shaker. She loves to kick around in the womb.
We moved away from our home in between Akron and Cleveland Ohio almost exactly a year ago. Now we live in the White Mountains of New Hampshire in a town called Conway. We both often have moments when we miss home, like one misses childhood innocence. But we are doing well in our new home, and are reminded that Jesus had no real home on earth. I suppose all of us humans need a home on earth though.
The worries of fatherhood continue to creep towards me like a raccoon towards a midnight dumpster. Will we make it financially? Will Charlotte turn out to be as wild as her old man, or will she be sensible like her Mom was? How much is having a kid going to change our lives? Am I really ready for it?
I’m a pastor at a church in New Hampshire also. New Hampshire is the second most “unchurched” state in the country, right behind Vermont, which is number one. My life of irony in going against the grain continues. Great things are happening in our little church. We’re growing closer to Jesus and each other. I think we’re becoming a blessing to the community around us too, as far as I can tell.
3 maple leaf cookies and one glass of milk later. It’s 12:15 am. Maybe it’s time to give that bed another try.