My wife knows me better than I know myself… and accepts me more than I accept myself.Continue Reading …
It’s hard finding a church when church doesn’t want you.
Jenn and I have been visiting churches for the past few months now. The one we were at is great… but we worked there… and now we don’t… and it’s awkward and a little weird for everyone. So we’ve been looking for somewhere to take the kids and possibly be ministered to ourselves. It’s hard for several reasons. One, because we haven’t had to sit through regular church services for over 10 years. Two because as we were children’s pastors we’re pretty picky about what a church offers it’s kids… and we can see issues from a mile away. Thirdly, because church just doesn’t seem to be set up to accept, support and love broken people. And that’s what we are right now. Very broken people.
Somewhere on the interwebs I’ve seen artworks where blocks of color are used to create an image rather than outlines and fills. This is my attempt.
I originally drew him happy… but then reworked it because the pose reminded me of the moment just after he crash-landed.
This Buzz says, “I am just a toy.”