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Tim and Sally

So I have begun to babysit for a couple from Austrailia. The dad Tim is one of the profs at the seminary here and the mom Sally is seriously my newest role model. I basically arrive at their house around 8pm and their 3 kids are already asleep. They sneek out and I am left with a huge library full of books on systematic theology, old classics, Graeme Goldsworthy, and women's devotionals. It is a little piece of heaven for me. Total quiet. No distractions. And all the books I could ever hope for.
Last week I read some of Berkhof's systematic theology and a book in feminine christianity, and tonight I covered subjects as far in range as homosexuality, the emergent church, the Churches response to the DaVinci Code, and worship. In any case, I am once again feeling blessed. I am blessed that God gave me the time and ability to bless this couple with babysitting (no charge) and on top of that, i get to spend those two and a half hours every wednesday night in my own little sanctuary. He is so good to me!

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Unknown said…
I was blessed to read your entry =)
Isn't (free) babysitting a rad ministry? I'm a fan. I think it should be more common. I will pray that more of us who have a few free hours will roll up our sleves and take over that the parents may be able to have their time.
Been blessed to read your blog becka. Keep posting! -Erica
Anonymous said…
Nice! Where you get this guestbook? I want the same script.. Awesome content. thankyou.
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