Beware of Puking Babies

Today was an interesting day. I was so tired this morning to the point I was afraid that I would fall asleep in church. I wasn't the only one. A lady at church, stood up and explained to the church that she was tired and had fallen asleep behind the wheel on the way to church, she also apologized in advance for if she was to fall asleep during the service. Crazy right? Well I didn't fall asleep.

My dad didn't preach today. Brother Buck did. You see, Brother Buck is what they call a "in your face" preacher, he also makes a weird noise when he inhales. Anyway, I happened to be sitting in a pew in front of two babies. I looked behind me and there laid Noah. His dad passed him to me. Earlier, Noah had been pulling my hair, but the minute he was in my arms, he started grabbing my face. Well, later, Noah was just sitting in my lap, then the fountain came. I wasn't grossed out or anything, I'm pretty used to babies and their disposal of food. But not only did he puke once, but he puked five times on me, and twice on my mother. After one of Noah's episodes, I went to the bathroom and asked myself "Why? Why during the most inconvenient times?" Then came Elizabeth. She puked on me twice, but not nearly as much as Noah.

I ended my afternoon with a baptism. That was nice. Three were baptized today. I learned something abominable. But God is going to take care of that, and He will help me to make the best decision for me. But until then, I will be aware of puking babies.