Nich and I spent a major part of yesterday at Crandall Park helping out with a charity event called "Coming Together for Hope" to benefit a local soup kitchen. There were booths advertising various organizations in the community, such as Open Arms (the crisis pregnancy center where I used to volunteer as a peer counselor), Adopt-A-Soldier, YoungLife, etc.
We left around lunch and returned later in the evening for a concert. We're at that point where people are finding out about Baby Guillory. I don't know if I've mentioned this here, but one of my biggest "I'm not looking forward to this" aspects of pregnancy is strangers touching my belly. I'm a pretty touchy-feely person with my friends, but I don't appreciate people infringing on my personal space.
So anyway, this lady I sort of know from church came up to where I was sitting and before I knew it, she was RUBBING MY BELLY and kissing my cheek. OY! I'm not even SHOWING yet! It's like going up to any random person and rubbing their belly. And why did she have to KISS me?
I guess I was wrong when I thought I wouldn't have to worry about this until much later...
"If the God you believe in as an idea doesn’t start showing up in what happens to you in your own life, you have as much cause for concern as if the God you don’t believe in as an idea does start showing up. It is absolutely crucial, therefore, to keep in constant touch with what is going on in your own life’s story and to pay close attention to what is going on in the stories of others’ lives. If God is present anywhere, it is in those stories that God is present. If God is not present in those stories, then they are scarcely worth telling." ~ Frederick Buechner