Praise the Lord!

As you may have guessed, we made it to church this morning...somehow. And it only looks like Patrick did the preaching:
He must have thought he was preaching, though, the way he kept talking during the sermon. He also thought he was singing during the songs, and only slightly off-key. It was really a good experience. Patrick was well-behaved, but squirmy and talkative. We gave in halfway through the sermon and took him to the nursery. By the time I got him situated and left, the service was already nearly over.
The coolest part is that as I was leaving the nursery to drop him off, I ran into someone I knew. I baby-sat her kids back when I was in high school. There's nothing to make you feel old like finding out a kid you used to baby-sit is now married.

I think we're going to try this church again. When we visited last year, there were red flags all over the place, which is why we hadn't been back since. Now it feels like we mesh with the church better. That year must have made a huge difference with both us and the church. We'll have to see how things work after another visit or two. I'm so ready to be settled in a church.