I learned 9 months ago to trust God when it came to my family. Last night my good friend Deb reminded me again that our children belong to God. We are just stewards for God here on earth. Today's sermon was yet another reminder by Pastor Lee and his wife Sage. If we try to hang on to our kids too tight instead of giving them over to God, we will find ourselves full of worry and unrest. I think God understands that my thick skull needs about 3-4 reminders before things set in. This afternoon, I saw a glimpse of why Rhys belongs to God and not June and I.
Flashpoint style- (4 hours earlier)
June has taken over an elderly home program that Tenth Church is apart of. There is a rotation of churches that go to the Royal Arch Masonic Seniors Care Home every Sunday afternoon and lead a Sunday service for them in the afternoon. We thought it would be a good way for our family and our small group to get involved. It was a pretty simple task. We go there and go room to room and ask people if they wanted to come join the church service and if they needed help, we would wheel them or help them get to the meeting area. We then would sing some hymns and I was to share a small devotional and then a time for prayer. Due to many circumstances, the only volunteers today was June, Rhys and myself. And Mike, another guy from 10th. So we went to Wendy's for lunch before heading to the home. After we ate, Rhys blew the biggest tantrum I have ever seen. All because she wanted to put her jacket on the floor at Wendy's and I said no. This resulted in 5 mins of screaming inside the restaurant followed by 10 mins in the car. I was thinking to myself. How bad would it look if we no-showed. The only 4 people that could make it today. I'm sure Mike is going to re-think the next time I offer him a ride and lunch. As a father, you really learn to not sweat the small stuff. Boogers, poo and pee, tantrums and such- it's all good after a while. So not a lot fazes me and June anymore. We headed to the home. Once there, God took over. Rhys was a perfect angel. She sang and did the actions to twinkle twinkle little star. She helped me go door to door and knock and ask for each person to come to service. She handed out songbooks to everyone who didn't have one. Although June was amazing on the piano, and as you all know, I can't really sing, but most of the elderly were hard of hearing so to them, I was Bono. Any of you who go to church, know about hymns right? Just keep singing it louder whether you know the song or are in key, and it will be alright. Back to my point. It had nothing to do with the 3 adults in the room, not the singing or my talk. It was all about a 3 year old girl that brought joy to many elderly folk today. She gave hugs, shook hands, and talked to them. The joy I saw in their eyes brought me to tears. One lady, Margaret came with stickers for her. She was as happy to give them as Rhys was to receive. I always knew that in these types of volunteer situations, it always does more for me personally than I ever actually do for them. When we were about to leave, Rhys looked at me and said, I really had a great time today, Daddy. I thought to myself- this is God's child, not mine. Phew, pretty heavy on a Sunday afternoon. I can't wait to go back. Anyone out there interested, let me know. I saw my kid go from the terror child at wendy's to a little angel in the seniors home. Pretty crazy.
Ok, on another note. I did my blood tests and next appointment with cancer docs in a few weeks.
Also, I am looking absolutely disgusting now with this mustache. People are literally grabbing their kids and leaving the room when I enter. Please don't let me look like this for nothing. Donate to movember...donate to me or my team. We are called Hair Jordans- this is my link
http://mobro.co/gilyeung
If I get 5 donations tonight, I will post a pic tomorrow
Peace.
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