As any new parent can attest, sleeping and eating suddenly become priorities in a way they never were before the baby came. Baby Bear, while he slept really well the first three nights, has now decided that night is playtime and day is sleep-time. I don't know what I would do without Hubby who cheerfully takes his turn feeding, holding and bouncing the baby while I catch a few ZZZs.
The other thing keeping us afloat are the daily meals provided by our wonderful church family. I don't know how I would find the time or energy to cook or grocery shop, but I can relax and allow a steady stream of amazing meals to come through my door and onto my table. Chicken Marsala, Beef Enchiladas, Roast chicken and apple tart... these people are not only excellent cooks but generous with helpings! Each meal gets leftovers put into my freezer, ensuring that we will have food not only for two weeks, but significantly beyond.
As the book of James says, this is true religion. What good does the gospel do if a person is hungry or cold? In our case, sleep deprived or exhausted? And for the first time, we are attending a church that spends just as much time taking care of its own members as it does reaching out to the "lost" or the "people who don't go to our church." It's odd how I have always felt as though once you join a church you suddenly don't matter any more and all the money and energy goes elsewhere. Now, don't get me wrong. I am all about ministry, but it seems to me that taking care of our own church family first means the members are supported enough to be able to actually minister to others. At least it's the way things seem to be working here. Members don't minster because it's cool or because they are forced or because they ought to, they minister because they themselves receive ministry and they know what a difference it makes in their lives. So cool!