Roman Soldier and Sermon Critique

It took him a week, but Isaac finally let me put the breastplate on him with his Roman soldier outfit. He tried putting the helmet on as well, but his head is too large. Emily doesn't like this particular gift. Isaac was swinging the sword as she walked around the corner a few days ago and he hit her toe.

As far as work has been, today was interesting.  I have a couple in the congregation that I meet with after I preach in chapel.  They provide me feedback and suggestions on how I need to communicate better in the pulpt.  I'm not sure what it says about me that I crave criticism so much.  Emily says it is abnormal. 

The rest of the day was in an Officer Professional Development that I hope to never use.  I was falling asleep when the guy teaching the class thought the chaplain's perspective would be interesting.  I still have no idea what he asked.  I talked for a couple of minutes and spent the rest of the training praying he would fall down the stairs when he left the building (kidding...sort of).