To Be Sure..

It's taken a couple weeks to get everyones schedules in order, but Pastor Keith was finally able to come back and see us tonight. Much to his usual character, we literally passed him on the street. He was being his usual joking self when he stopped by tonight. Dave and I were taking the dogs for a walk around the block. Mom met him at the door and told him where we were, and he headed the opposite way and met us in the middle. He said he was just walking around the neighborhood, and, fancy meeting us here, lol. I swear it's nice to have a Pastor with a sense of humor. He always knows how to keep things light hearted.

Thankfully, he knows when to be serious too. I had asked him on the way out of church a couple weeks ago, if he might not be able to stop by and talk to me about getting saved, officially. Dave went back to a small room, and informally read a verse from the bible, and agreed that he would be saved, and that was that. Maybe Pastor Keith knew I had confidence issues. Maybe he knew how much I needed to be sure, I don't know, but mine lasted quite a bit longer, and was quite a bit more thorough. We went over several passages in the bible. I was asked many questions. I had to pray and confess my sins privately to God. I had to assure Keith that I knew by God's promise that if I died today, I would go to heaven. I was embarrassed when I had to thank Jesus for dying for my sins, aloud in front of the Pastor, and Dave, and David, (a Pastor friend that Keith had brought with him). I've always been shy talking about serious things in front of people. I'm sure I'll also be a little red faced tomorrow when Pastor Keith wants me to share my decision with the entire congregation, but it's okay. At least now I know I'm sure. Dave and I might also take part in a baptism next month. We'll see how things go, but it might be good for us. Dave is excited.

Dave and I never did get to finish that walk, but we'll try to get back out there tomorrow after church. Mom is even going with us tomorrow, since Wayne has his drill weekend this weekend and has to be up bright and early for work in the morning. I have a lot of baking to get caught up on tomorrow too. Hopefully my face will comply and let me get my work done. My gums and cheek are still swollen, bruised, and *really* sore. I just don't understand what went wrong, or why I've reacted the way I have to getting fillings done. (I'm honestly getting really concerned that it's never going to stop hurting. I'm sure that's just my silly irrational fears, but it's been a long week of some pretty intense pain in my face, and dental pain is my one true tolerance weakness). Dave's first appointment is Monday morning, and I'm still really worried about taking him back there. My aunt tried convincing me today to find someone new as soon as possible. It's just really hard to do when there are so few dentists around this area in our network of coverage. I don't know what to do.

Well anyway, the alarm goes off quite early tomorrow, and I still have to get my shower in before I can get to bed. Thank You all for joining us tonight, and until next time, Much Love, Many Hugs, and Good Night to You All.