The trials and delights of ministry come in various ways
I ran into this VHS case while picking up in our son’s room. I’m not sure if he still has the video but this conjured the Ghost of 4th of July Past.
We lived in Orange County, CA, which is between L.A. and San Diego. Joey was in his “I don’t sleep” years. We were exhausted, taking turns being up to take care of him at all hours of the night.
Along came the 4th of July. No holiday for caregivers, it meant being up whenever Joey decided we should be.
He was thumping around the house around 4 a.m. I was up keeping a weary eye on him and disgusted by the combination of sleep deprivation and the futility of efforts to engage Joey in some meaningful interaction.
So I plopped the both of us in my car and drove. Yes, parents will recognize the universal tactic of lulling a…
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