For a variety of reasons with laziness among them, we haven’t been great about going to church this fall. It seems like every Sunday there is some reason why church isn’t going to happen and I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes that reason is that I don’t want to get out of my pajamas. I’m not proud, but I’m just being honest.
The thing is that I have missed being in church on Sunday mornings and so this morning in spite of the cold and rain and the fact that P is out of town, I got Caroline up and dressed and we headed out the door. We were even on time.
Y’all know how sometimes you can be out in the hot summer sun and not realize you’re thirsty until you walk back in the house and gulp down a huge glass of water? That was my heart as I walked through the doors this morning. My soul was thirsty and I didn’t even realize how much.
It’s not like I hadn’t been spending time with God, but there is something about being in His presence among other believers all singing praises to Him that envelops me in comfort like nothing else.
We sang this song:
And as we sang “it’s just you and me here now” all I could think is that’s what it all comes down to. At the end of my life it will come down to me standing before God. I try so hard to be a good mother, a good wife and a good friend but ultimately these are all gifts that have come from Him. If I’m not pleasing Him and seeking Him, then it will be impossible for me to be a good steward of what He has blessed me with. I cannot do it by myself.
So this morning I let Him pick me back up, dust me off and start again with Him taking the lead instead of me trying to drag Him into my agenda and my timeline.
On the way to church this morning, Caroline and I were listening to Breath of Heaven and she said “Mama, I want to go to heaven with you” and so we talked about asking Jesus into our hearts and then going to heaven someday. She said with all the excitement in the world, “Mama! I wish I could run to Jesus right now!”
And the best part is, we can. If we just remember.