Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Thoughts on "Forgotten God"

I just finished Forgotten God by Francis Chan . . . and I loved it. Can you believe after my experience with the last Francis Chan book I read that I would enjoy a subsequent one so much?? [Sidenote: I didn't really hate Crazy Love that much. It just terrified me. But it was actually a good thing. It was that book that has spurred me to study and search so much since then.]

Anyway, I started reading through the New Testament a while ago as an attempt to fall more in love with Jesus. I got to Acts a few months ago and have just been stuck. I'm dumbfounded by the way the Spirit worked in the first believers, and don't understand why we don't experience Him that way anymore. (At least I don't!) When I heard about Forgotten God, I knew I wanted to read it.

I was telling Niki that I think she should read this book because it addresses so many of our questions. She asked if it gave any answers. Haha. Really, I'm not sure it does. But it was reassuring to have someone else express the questions I have.

I could write a blog for every chapter in this book, but right now I want to touch on the overarching theme that is something I think God is really trying to teach me.

Sunday night, Justin was using the computer and I was bored, so I went in my quiet bedroom and sat down to read chapter 6 of Forgotten God. It's easily my favorite chapter of the book. It answered so many of my questions, gave me so much to think about, and just made so much sense. The last part of the chapter is about making ourselves so powerless that anything we achieve is obviously from God. It really resonated with me, because that morning in church Pastor Chris had preached on essentially the same thing. He talked about how Abraham was just an ordinary man who got a calling from God and obeyed it. He continued to be a sinful, ordinary man after his calling. (Lied about Sarah being his sister, had an affair with Hagar, etc.) And Pastor Chris admonished us not to avoid obeying God's calling because we think we're too ordinary.

So I was mulling over all that on Monday when I sat down to do my Bible Study lesson. We're studying Radical. You know I've already read it, but I've forgotten a lot. So imagine my surprise, when I turned to chapter 3 and read almost exactly the same thing I had read the night before - about letting myself be powerless so God can work mightily through me.

And the final chapter of Forgotten God that I read tonight continued on that theme. Hmmm. I think God's trying to tell me something. Of course, the practical side of me starts asking, "What do you want me to do, God?" I start wracking my brain for ideas: sponsor another child, become a Compassion Advocate, march into Alpha Women's Center and ask for a volunteer position, sell all my belongings and give to the homeless in downtown Grand Rapids.

Toward the end of the last chapter, Chan talks about how we as Christians try so hard to achieve the fruits of the Spirit on our own.
Instead of mustering up more willpower, let's focus our energies and time on asking for help from the One who has the power to change us. Let's take the time to ask God to put the fruit of His Spirit into our lives. And let's spend time with the One we want to be more like. (pg. 148)
He talks again, later, about how we are always striving for something, always doing something. This is exactly my problem. I love to read all these books, but I don't understand how to practically carry out their principles in my life. Chan's argument is that our first priority should be prayer. Instead of running off doing a bunch of good things, we need to be praying. (The next book I read is going to need to be about prayer!)

And in the meantime, we don't just sit around twiddling our thumbs. Another part of chapter 6 that I loved was when Chan said to quit looking for God's will in your life. This is going to be a long quote, but it's a good one:
God wants us to listen to His Spirit on a daily basis, and even throughout the day, as difficult and stretching moments arise, and in the midst of the mundane. My hope is that instead of searching for "God's will for my life," each of us would learn to seek hard after "the Spirit's leading in my life today." May we learn to pray for an open and willing heart, to surrender to the Spirit's leading with that friend, child, spouse, circumstance, or decision in our lives right now. (pgs. 120-121)
 I don't feel like I'm expressing myself very eloquently - which is why you should read the book for yourself. :-) The biggest thing I've taken from it is that God has a plan for me that is more than going to work, making dinner, and watching TV. He's not going to reveal his entire plan at once, so I need to be in a close enough relationship with him that I recognize his calling each step of the way. I'm really going to start praying that the Spirit will reveal what he wants me to do and give me the courage to do it - and not just in a grand sense. Maybe God is calling me to start some kind of ministry, but like that last quote, I also need his leading in my every day circumstances. I need him to permeate my life in such a way that when people look at me, they see him.

I'm scared to death, but believe that he can overcome my fear. :-)

Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Saturday 7

1. Lucy is obsessed with reading books to herself this week. She makes me stack all her books in one big pile next to her pillow, then plops down and "reads" every single one. Usually a couple times. I love it!

2. Justin and I made a list of the good things that will come of not having a baby this fall.

  • He'll be able to coach at Northpointe again. I was due on August 17, and soccer usually starts around August 10. I was putting the kabosh on coaching this year, but no more! 
  • I'll be able to work longer (I was going to quit my job when the baby was born), and pay down more of our debt. (Hopefully we didn't just accrue some more debt with the hospital bills.)
  • I don't have to stress about getting Lucy potty trained, in a big girl bed, and broken of her binkies as quickly.
  • I won't be pregnant all summer.
  • I'll be able to go to Ladies' Retreat. (I wasn't sure I'd be able to go, since the baby would be 1 month old.)
  • I can go back to drinking as much caffeine as I want. :-)
3. These things were both on facebook, but I want to record them here too: For the first time this week, Lucy pointed to a picture of me on the computer and shouted, "Mama!" She usually doesn't identify me as anything, so I was pretty excited. She also finally figured out how to say the love of her life's name: Elmo. It kind of sounds like a mixture of apple and elbow - Albow. But it is soooo cute. :-)

4. Justin's birthday was on Tuesday - the day of my D&C. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to send a cake mix with Lucy to Niki's house, and Niki was nice enough to make it for him. Then my parents brought over his favorite pizza (BBQ Chicken from Jet's - I'm not a fan.) And I had wrapped his presents on Monday before all hell broke loose. So he at least got a little bit of a birthday. Really, he's just getting an extended birthday. We went to TGIFriday's last night. And we'll probably go to Red Robin tonight. We love us some restaurant food!

5. After we're done celebrating his birthday, I think I'm going to go on a diet. If I'm not going to be pregnant this summer, maybe I can be skinny! Haha. I'm going to buy myself some Special K cereal for breakfast, make myself eat salads for lunch, and try to majorly cut back on my snacking. And I really need to start Couch to 5K again. I did it for like a week last time and gave up. We'll see . . .

6. My work schedule worked out really perfectly with all this week's events. I was only scheduled on Friday. I had the D&C at 1:00 in the morning on Tuesday, was super sore and achy on Wednesday, and was just finally feeling back to normal on Thursday. By Friday I was back to my old self. Also, Justin had Friday off. He kept Lucy at home, so I could ease back into work without her. It went very well. Lyla and I did some fun things we can't usually do with Lucy around while Chase was at school (paper dolls, painting), and both kids took good naps for me in the afternoon. (Chase is 5 years old and still takes a 3 hour nap most afternoons!)

7. One thing I forgot to mention in my "Emotional Turmoil" post from earlier this week is the thing that has been hardest for me with this miscarriage. I wrote off the first miscarriage as a fluke. The doctor assured me something was probably just chromosomally wrong with the baby. Once we had Lucy, I assumed it'd be smooth sailing in every pregnancy from here on out. After having 2 miscarriages, I've suddenly become one of "those women" who loses babies. You know, those women you hear about having so many miscarriages and you secretly think I'm so glad I don't have that problem. I'm comforted by the fact that I apparently can carry babies to term, I just wonder how many more I'll have to lose before another one will make it. :-( 

Sorry to end on such a sad note. Thanks again for all the love and support this week. We've gotten so many sweet cards and emails and messages. We appreciate you all!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Emotional Turmoil

I found out I was pregnant on December 9, 2011. I was overjoyed . . . and terrified. [Xanga entry about my terror here] We had been trying for a couple months. I had prayed that God would let me get pregnant in his timing - when Lucy would be ready to be a big sister and when Justin and I would be ready to be parents to 2 kids. So when it happened that quickly, I was nervous, but confident that God had a plan. I didn't expect his plan to include a miscarriage.

Justin and I agreed to keep the pregnancy a secret until Christmas. We told his parents on Christmas Eve, and I made this to announce it to my family on Christmas morning:

I was only 6 weeks along, and knew it was a little bit of a risk to announce it so early, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity for a Christmas surprise. I took a video of Lucy unwrapping the picture frame and Niki crying when she realized what it said. It breaks my heart, now, to watch it. It breaks my heart that the shirt Lucy's wearing in the picture probably won't actually fit by the time she really will be a big sister. It breaks my heart to think of putting that picture frame away.

I cried over all those things on Saturday night as I realized I was losing the baby. But then my sadness turned into anger. I started into the "why me's." Why me, who has wanted a baby since I was 16 years old? Why me, who did things right: got married, waited a couple years to be stable, then got pregnant. Why me, who loves being pregnant and loves the baby phase? My family has had their share of unplanned pregnancies - both immediate family and extended. Actually very few of my cousins with kids got pregnant on purpose. And to my knowledge, no one in my family has ever had a miscarriage. So why me - who wants these babies so badly??

Ok, here's where the pity party ends. I know that I am entitled to nothing. I know that I have been blessed with a beautiful, healthy baby who is the light of my life. I know that God works out all things for the good of those who love him, and as long as sin is in the world, life is going to be unfair. But knowing all that doesn't necessarily make it any easier! Haha.

That said, I'm really doing very well. I said this with the first baby, too, but it's still true - as bad as it sounds, I didn't have too much of a connection with the baby yet. I hadn't heard its heartbeat, or seen it on an ultrasound, or felt it move. And especially after my first miscarriage, I kind of guarded myself against getting too attached. Mostly I'm just frustrated that we have to start over.

Although I don't think we'll try again right away. I don't want a Christmas baby, and I'm slightly traumatized by the ER/D&C experience and don't want to do that again anytime soon!! My follow up appointment is February 8th. I assume we'll get the results from the testing then.

Thanks, everyone, for all the prayers, support, and encouragement. It really means so much to us. We're so blessed by all of you.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Miscarriage #2

I've been debating over whether or not to write this entry because I don't want to come across as an attention whore. But it keeps rattling around in my brain and I just need to get it out! So here goes . . .

I had a miscarriage this weekend. I was actually pretty far along - 10 weeks. I was keeping it a secret so I wouldn't have to tell everyone if I lost it, but I don't know who I was kidding. If I have a story to tell, I'll tell it!

*Disclaimer #1: Parts of this entry are very graphic. Read at your own risk.*
*Disclaimer #2: It's going to be very long. Haha.*

I started spotting on Saturday night. By Sunday night, it was bright red and I had no doubt I was miscarrying. Justin worked a half day on Monday, then took me to the doctor for an ultrasound. They only found a sac with a non-viable embryo, measuring 6 weeks. (I should've been 10 weeks, 3 days.) The doctor said that now that I've had 2 miscarriages, they'll run tests on the baby. If nothing shows up there, they'll test me to see if there's a reason I seem to have trouble carrying babies to term. I'm extremely grateful my doctor is being so proactive. She gave me the option of collecting the tissue on my own (*shudder*) or having a D&C so they can collect it. I scheduled my D&C for Tuesday morning at 7:30 am.

Last night, around 9:45, I was watching the Bachelor when all of the sudden I started gushing blood. I went to the bathroom and realized I was bleeding way too much, put a call into the on-call doctor, and laid on my bathroom floor trying not to pass out. The on-call doctor urged me to go to the ER. So for the second time that day, Justin drove me down to the hospital. (That's where my doctor's office is located.)

We got to the ER at 11:00 and they had me back in a room within 15 minutes. Doctors and nurses were in and out, putting an IV in and asking me lots of questions. I was in a lot of pain from all the cramping, and begging the doctor to give me drugs. Haha. After a while, I really had to pee, so I called a nurse. They sent in this poor 20 year old guy. He helped me stand up and the floodgates opened. Blood started gushing down my legs, pooling on the floor, splattering everywhere. (I told you this would be graphic. Lol.) I got back in bed, and 2 male doctors came in to give me the most horrible pelvic exam ever. It took everything within me not to cry, scream, or kick the doctor in the head!

Fortunately, they determined I was bleeding too much to send home and decided to do the D&C. They warned me that since I wasn't life-threatening they wouldn't bump any scheduled surgeries and I might have to wait a while. 5 minutes later while another poor nurse was sopping everything off the floor the doctor came back in and said they had an OR for me. While we were waiting to be taken up, Justin said, "I'm glad I didn't just eat. All that blood was nasty." Lol.

The surgery itself was great. I got right in. They gave me some glorious drugs that made me giggly. Then the anesthesiologist said, "I'm going to give you the stuff that will make you fall asleep. It'll probably take 10-15 seconds." I decided to count to see how long it would take. I didn't even make it to 1. Haha.

I woke up in recovery, not in any pain except for where the tube had been in my throat. We never saw another patient the entire time we were in pre-op or recovery. I had the whole place to myself! By this time, it was about 2 am and poor Justin was trying to stay awake by playing games on his iPod.

After a while, the nurse had me get up and walk across the room to the bathroom. I walked fine, got dressed fine, and got situated in my wheelchair. She pushed me down the hall, down the elevator, and 3/4 of the way to the exit before I started to get reeeeal dizzy and hot. I said, "I'm going to pass out . . ." and the next thing I know, I was waking up staring at the ceiling with the nurse telling me to take deep breaths. Haha. My chin was all wet. I asked Justin if I puked or drooled or something and he said, "You kind of sneezed. Twice." Lol - I still giggle everytime I think of the picture I must have made: slumped in the wheelchair, mouth hanging open, sneezing??

They took me back up to recovery until I was more stable, then finally let me go home. We pulled into our driveway at 4:30 am. Oh, I forgot to mention that Libby was here already on Monday night. She planned to spend the night and watch Lucy so I wouldn't have to drop her off somewhere before my D&C. So that worked perfectly that Libby just stayed with Lucy. She brought her to Niki's on her way to work in the morning and Justin and I slept in! (He took the day off of work.)

Ok, that's the big long story. I'm really doing ok. I'm feeling surprisingly good. No cramping at all, and very little bleeding. I'm just a little weak and tired from the blood loss and the anesthesia.

It's when something like this happens that I really realize how loved and blessed I am. I texted my mom and sisters all night. They (and so many others) were praying for me. And everyone has been so eager to help. Libby watched Lucy, got up early with her, and took her to Niki's. Niki watched Lucy allll day so Justin and I could sleep and relax. My parents picked Lucy up and brought us pizza for dinner. Niki even made Justin a cake - did I mention today is his birthday? I have to thank him too. He has been there every step of the way with me, holding my hand, getting me anything I need, telling me to take my time in recovery and not worry about how tired he was. He pretty much gave up his birthday to be at my beck and call. I love him so much.

This entry is long enough, but soon I'll write an entry about how I'm doing emotionally. In short, I'm doing extremely well. I cried it out on Saturday night, and have kind of moved onto anger/annoyance. But I'm not a wreck, I'm not totally devastated. I'm ok.

Congratulations if you made it to the end of this insanely long post! Love you all.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Saturday 7

1. I had a great time last weekend on our little mini-retreat. Lots of good food, laughter, games and spiritual discussion - about sin, grace, heaven, and everything else! We were staying in Muskegon, and in the 3 days we were there, we got 14 inches of snow. It was crazy! Thank goodness for Niki and her sweet driving skills.

2. Good news: we made it an entire week without puking!! I'm really hoping that means we're done with it, and the doctor was right.

3. I bought Lucy some Elmo underwear and we did a little trial run of potty training this week. She wanted to wear the undies, and I wanted to see if she has any concept of what it means to "go potty." I really don't think she does. Haha. I'm not rushing it. I think she needs to be a little bit more verbal before she'll really be ready. I just wanted to see what would happen if we tried it this week.

4. I read a couple more chapters of Forgotten God this week. Chan talked about how we tend to have unspoken fears of the Holy Spirit. He was right on. Fear that if we really get to know him, we'll become crazy charismatics who fall over in church. Fear that we'll try to harness His power (through prayer, or laying on of hands or whatever) and still not have our prayers answered. Fear that if we fully submit to him, He'll ask us to do things outside of our comfort zones.

One thing that I was surprised to read was the idea that you have to ask to receive the Holy Spirit. I always just thought He automatically comes into your life when you get saved. I still don't really know how I feel about that. But I'll be honest. After reading those chapters, I prayed to receive the Holy Spirit. Nothing dramatic happened. I don't feel any different. I don't know. I need to keep reading the book.

5. I'm starting to regret all my complaining about Lucy refusing to read books. She is absolutely obsessed with books now. I started buying children's books before I was even pregnant, so I have quite a stash. She loves to collect them all and put them in a huge pile, climb on my lap, and make me read every single one to her. Haha. The good thing is, she reads incredibly fast. She usually flips through a couple pages, then throws the book on the floor. But I'm starting to get a teensy bit sick of reading the same books all day every day. Haha. I will say, though, that I love watching her read to herself. She plops down on her lunchbox in the living room, and flips through book after book reading "eesh . . . eesh" on every page. So cute.

6. Another of Lucy's obsessions is Dora. Lyla has every Dora toy ever made, so Lucy sees a lot of it at their house. Plus, we have one Dora movie that she watches in the van. Recently, she learned to say "Dora." The funny thing is, she always says it 3 times. When we were walking through Kohl's on Monday, she saw some Dora pajamas and shouted "Dora Dora Dora!" Her potty seat has Dora on it, so when we were experimenting with it on Tuesday, she kept pointing at it, saying "Dora Dora Dora!" Haha. She's an odd duck.

7. It was my day to sleep in this morning. Justin came in at 10:20 and said, "Do you want to go out for breakfast?" You don't have to ask me twice to go out to eat! We went to Big Boy for the breakfast buffet. I love buffets because I like to sample a little bit of everything. But I never get my money's worth, because I get full so fast! It was delicious anyway. :-)

Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Saturday 7 - on Thursday!

1. You're getting a special advance version of the Saturday 7 this week because I'll be gone for the weekend. I'm going to Muskegon for a mini-retreat with some of the ladies from Bible Study. Of course, we're supposed to have our first big snow storm this weekend, so we'll see how well that turns out. Haha.

2. I got some bad news about my job this week. My boss got a new part time job, meaning less hours for me. Subsequently, she'll be making less money, so they can't afford to pay me as much. I'll be working less and making less per hour. Faaaabulous.

3. Lucy threw up again on Tuesday. She was shoveling macaroni in her mouth when all of the sudden she stopped, started crying, and regurgitated every bite she'd just eaten. This is the first time it's happened while she's eating, so I don't think I can blame it on eating too quickly. I called the doctor later that day and she said it's probably still just after-effects from the flu and to give it another week.

4. One of the things I loved about my van when I bought it was that it plays videos for my backseat passengers. Of course, my van was made in 1999, so it only plays VHS's. The other day Chase wanted to watch "Spy Kids." I told him my van probably couldn't play it and he responded enthusiastically, "Yes it can! It's a rectangle movie!" Haha.

5. So my sister started a theological debate on facebook this week. She asked the question, "Are all sins the same? For instance, is it just as bad to speed as it is to drink underage?" I don't think all sins are the same. (John 19:11) But I do think the two she mentioned can be categorized together. Why is it wrong to speed? Because it's breaking a local law (Romans 13). Why is it wrong to drink underage? Because it's breaking a local law. Honestly, I judge people who drink underage. But I speed every day without a second thought. Soooo . . . Niki and I are both feeling kind of convicted and have been trying not to speed. It is so hard. It just does not seem like a big deal to me. I don't think it's hurting anyone or that God really cares if I go 60 instead of 55. But I also think we take sin way too casually. What do you think?

6. Lucy turned 20 months old yesterday. So crazy. I've been meaning to make a list of all the words she knows, so I guess I'll do it now. Actually, she'll parrot a lot of words if I tell her to say them, but these are the words she really uses on her own: bye, ball, baby, naked (nay-nay), hi, please (nee), fish, cheese, Lyla, Chase, kitty, yeah, uh-oh, all done, Dora (she only says it in threes: "Dora Dora Dora!"), and whoa! I think that's about it. I'm on the fence about whether or not she says "mama" and "dada." Once in a while, she'll walk around the house saying "maaaamaaaa" but she doesn't really call either of us anything. So do you think those are enough words for a kid her age? And is it ok that she has yet to put two words together to make a sentence? I'm trying so hard not to be stressed about how little she talks.

7.  Libby brought over some old stuff of mine that she found in her closet this week. One of them was a photo album I had started making of my life. We found a couple pictures of me when I was like 2 that look identical to Lucy. It's amazing how much she looks like me. But we also found a piece of paper that had my height and weight when I was 2 1/2. I don't remember the height, but I only weighed 22 lbs! Lucy definitely doesn't get that from me. Haha. She weighs 21 lbs now. Porky. ;-)

Ok, I have got to get crack a lackin' with the packing and laundry and preparation for this weekend! Enjoy the snow, everyone!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

The Saturday 7

1. This is my 100th post. I think it's been less than a year since I started this blog. Go me. :-)

2. I only worked 2 days again this week. I think that's going to be my new normal. It's amazing to be a mostly stay-at-home mom, but our bank account is severely suffering as a result. We have to live in this house for 3 years since we took the $8,000 first time home buyer's tax credit when we bought it. It'll be 3 years in June, and I'm seriously considering buying a much cheaper house. If we could cut our house payment in half, I might be able to stay at home full time. That said, Justin isn't totally on board with selling our house. So we'll see . . .

3. Lucy had 2 random puking episodes this week. I think it's been almost a month since she had the flu, so I don't understand what this puking is about. The first time was at Niki's house for my extended family Christmas. It was crowded and hot, and she had eaten a lot. So I figured it was just a fluke. Then a few days later, Lucy, Lyla, and I were headed to the library. She was sitting in her carseat reading books, when all of a sudden she started to cry and subsequently chuck. 

Some people suggested it might be allergies - which has crossed my mind too. Part of me wonders if she's developing some kind of lactose intolerance? But I just think it's weird that it didn't show up until she got the stomach flu. Too coincidental. I reeeeeeally hope she's not lactose intolerant. Cheese is like 80% of her diet.

4. I had a dream last night that Justin and I were dating and I was meeting his family for the first time. He had 14 brothers and sisters - and they all lived in Germany. One of them was Giselle Bundchen. And one of them was a girl named Hunter whose boyfriend worked at Jimmy John's - for some reason that was a very important part of the dream. Lol. My brain is psycho.

5. I wrote about this on facebook, but I want to record it here, too. A funny memory from this week: On Monday, we went to my parents' house to celebrate Niki's birthday. (With ham dinner - the best thing ever.) As we were all getting ready to leave, I heard Luke shout "fire!" Lol. My dad was moving some stuff around in the kitchen, and accidentally set mine and Lucy's coats on a burning candle. Hers just burned a little on the inside, so she can still wear it. But mine burned on the collar and a bunch of the stuffing came out. Fortunately, I have an extra, so it really wasn't much of a loss. Just another hilarious memory made. :-)

6. Justin and I went on a date last night. I had an Olive Garden gift card burning a hole in my wallet, and I really didn't want to make dinner, so we decided to make good use of it. We usually bring Lucy with us when we go out, but I was honestly a little worried she'd puke in the restaurant and make a scene. Plus, Justin and I haven't had much one on one time lately, so we decided to pawn her off - which is never difficult. She was happy to go to Aunt Niki's house, and Justin and I had a great time stuffing our faces. 

We tried to think of something to do after eating, but everything costs money - which we don't have. Plus, my contact ripped in half at Olive Garden, so I was half blind. So we just went home at 7:30 like a couple of old people and watched 30 Rock on DVD. 

7. I just started Forgotten God by Francis Chan today. I've only read one chapter, but so far, I really like it. At least, I really identify with what Chan says. On page 35, he asks his readers to think of a time when they undeniably saw the Spirit work. I'll be honest and tell you I'm having a hard time thinking of one. He goes on to say, 
If you are having trouble recounting a time when the Spirit was at work in or around you, perhaps that is because you have been ignoring the Spirit. Perhaps it is because you have a lot of head knowledge about the Spirit, but not much of a relationship with Him. (pp 35-36)
 I've said this for so many years. I'm exceedingly grateful for my Christian upbringing and education, but as someone who was academically driven, I feel like I know so much more about God/the Bible than I've experienced.

I'm admittedly scared of this book. The first chapter was easy. It re-iterated so much of what I've been thinking lately. As I read Acts (I know, I've been reading it for months - I'm not the most faithful Bible reader.), I just keep having all these questions about why the Spirit seemed to be so much more visible and active back then. So I'm hoping this book will answer some of these questions . . . and dare I say it . . . that my life will be changed as a result.

Stay tuned for more notes and reaction to Forgotten God.

One more side-note: we're starting a new semester of Ladies' Bible Study at church on Monday, and we're studying the book Radical. So maybe I'll have some insight on that too, since I never actually wrote a post about it. I know you're all excited. ;-) And, if by chance, you're from the area and want to take part of the discussion, Ladies' Bible Study meets at 7 pm Monday nights at Kent City Baptist Church. You should come. :-)
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