I told you he was mean...

First off, thank you to all of you who have prayed for my heart and have written/messaged/texted sweet comments. God is using you to encourage me greatly. Last night, everybody slept well and Genevieve nursed like a champ. We are doing great : )

But I have to clarify something...

Last night, while I was typing up my story, I fumbled with what I should do about the youth group part. It really did shock and hurt me that a bunch of jr. highers and high schoolers were asking me if her birth was like a TV show. It FELT like (doesn't mean it was true...) but it FELT like a number of young men weren't able to make eye contact with me. I felt humiliated.

On Wednesday night, I spoke to our youth pastor and told him that I was hurt about what happened. He apologized and I told him it was okay. We agreed that Ross and I could share our story next week with the kids, hoping they would get more out of it. I thought Braden understood that we were okay.

Then someone at church read my blog and told him to read it, too. And now he feels horrible. And he shouldn't.

I told you Satan was mean.

Braden told the kids much more of the story, but the toilet part was what resonated with them. That's not his fault. He had no ill intentions what so ever. He is not completely insensitive. It was a miscommunication.

Go figure. I've never experienced one of those before... : )

So just to clear things up:

• Our youth pastor is not an insensitive jerk.
• Satan is.

And I am not okay with him making us feel guilty and humiliated and trying to separate and cause divisions among us.

Let's keep praying against those things, okay : )