I confess that I remembered to write this yesterday in the morning, and then forgot about it until I was about to fall asleep. I chose falling asleep over getting up and writing it, so I apologize that sleep came first in my order of importance.
I confess that Abigail and I went out with a group of friends, without our kids, for the first time since being in Northern Ireland. Pastor Ruth came over and watched our kids for us. I confess that we had an awesome time, and we are so thankful for the opportunity.
I confess that I had the opportunity to preach a sermon yesterday. I spoke on the part of the Lord’s prayer where it says “Give us this day our daily bread”. It was a strange sort of dichotomy in my heart, where on one side I was grateful to preach, and on the other I felt a sort of “O Lord what sinner am I to speak to others?” I confess that my prayer was for God to speak through me, and I understand that the only reason I am able to preach at all is because I have been redeemed by the blood of Jesus.
I confess that on Friday some friends took us to W5, which is the coolest children’s museum I have ever seen! Afterward, we had a delicious Northern Irish dinner with them. I then went to play squash with a different friend. I confess that I am still sore three days later, but I have a new found love of squash. I confess that I feel like I should be able to not work out for a long time and then play a sport and feel fine the next day, the same way I would have felt in high school. I confess that’s not how it works anymore.
I confess that everyday we are here is a blessing, and I feel like we are getting to live more and more into God’s mission. I confess that every activity is as it should be for the Christian. Ministry. I confess that Jesus Christ is my Saviour (like the British spelling?). I confess that I am daily falling deeper in love with God and His people.
I made my confession (a little later). Now go make yours!