Dave and I went out on Friday night.
I dressed up.
It's been a rough week.
Biker chick ended her indoor hardwood marathon by riding through the back window.
During the most torrential rainstorm we've had in years.
I'm still up to my eyeballs in paperwork.
And some people have strong opinions about our church plant.
They feel the need to share them with me. And honestly, it stresses me out.
And people share them with other people. And that stresses me out more.
There is no chapter and verse that addresses the subject,
but they make up their own territorial rules.
And I have to say, I think it's weird. SO weird.
What if the early church planters had limited the amount of new churches? Set territorial limits?
It seems we're more concerned about the number of people sitting in our pews
than the amount being reached with the Gospel.
And people say other things, too. Mean, untrue things. That make me want to run for the hills.
I don't talk about it much on here but it's been a reality for us.
It's been a part of this process. An ugly part.
And I want to document this process. Every part.
And unfortunately, hill running is not an option.
So, on Friday night, we went out.
For a much needed break.
And five minutes into our meal,
I was 100% convinced that producers of a 20/20 "What Would You Do?" segment were lurking in the corner.
There was a family of four sitting in the booth behind us.
And the children liked to jump.
They also liked to scream. And climb. And walk across tables.
There was pointing and complaining that we got our food first.
More screaming. Swearing from the parents.
There were empty, "no ice cream for you" threats.
And there was ice cream.
Now, I realize my Sauconys limited our choice in fine dining establishments.
But can a girl eat her sweet potato fries in peace?
The answer was no. No peace for me.
Primarily due to our booth mates.
But I was also a little anxious that I was going to be on TV in my running shoes.
And asked by some 20/20 anchor why I didn't help those poor people.
Because my kid rode through a window.
And people wont zip it about our church.
That is why, Mr. 20/20 guy.
And with that, I bring your our first (and probably, only) family vlog.
Because our children are perfect.