Family Life Before Family Life

Ever had one of those pinch-me moments?

 

You know, the kind of moment that is so big you can’t give it words? I’m experiencing a couple of those moments this month.

 

Tomorrow we’re loading up the Suburban and driving six hours to the Family Life studio in Little Rock, Arkansas. Can I tell you how surreal this is for me?

 

I’ts surreal.

 

I told my husband this evening, “Remember when you argued that case in front of the California Court of Appeals? Remember how we loaded up the kids and all came to watch you? Do you remember how excited you were and how we both walked into the court house and couldn’t believe after all those years of law school you were there?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“I feel the same way about this interview. It’s incredible for me to see all that God has done, ya know?”

 

 Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. Ephesians 3:20

 

When I was a young mom, I would clean up breakfast dishes while I listened to my favorite talk radio shows.  After hours spent with Dora the Explorer and Elmo, I salivated over some adult conversation and big girl words. Family Life fed my craving for a few big words and gave me the encouragement to change another filled diaper. I loved listening to hosts Dennis Rainey and Bob Lepine interview their guests. I appreciated how they would weave their own family stories into whatever their special guest was sharing.

 

On Wednesday, I get to meet both of these men face to face.  Yep, I ‘m going to be their guest and share about my book.

 

(The only bummer about being in the studio? I don’t think I’ll get to meet Barbara Rainey. She’s probably busy making memories with her grandkids. She’s one of my favorite authors. I just love her. )

 

I’m bringing along my husband and our three youngest children. From what the producer tells me, the five of us will get to share lunch with both of them. Did I mention my beautiful children are coming?

 

The same three children who enjoy arguing over who can eat a granola bar the fastest. The same three children who find humor in shooting straws at each other in a restaurant. Yes, the very same three children who are whisper-challenged and ignore their handicap while they share how bad their siblings breath stinks.

 

 

I humbly ask for your prayers.