Since I’ve been working full time I’ve never appreciated Sundays more. I get up relatively early and have my coffee and then I get ready for church. I love that church is an absolute in my Sunday schedule. I wasn’t always like this, before I was saved anyway. To be honest when I was a SAHM I didn’t care for Sunday’s much at all. I’d have been with the kids all weeks; mostly by myself because Tommy would be working all these crazy hours. So to me at that time in my life Sunday’s were merely the day before Monday when everyone would go back to their regularly scheduled programming. My only saving grace was that for the last couple of years with the older 3 in school, it would be just Samantha and I at home. When she started pre-k my life became really busy dropping off and picking my kids up from various schools. At one point I had 4 kids in 4 different schools. Talk about confusing. One half day that Lelly and Samantha had, Tommy and I got the pick up times mixed up and Lelly’s school had to call us at home and remind us to pick her up talk about embarrassing…
So anyway those days are long behind us, everyone is older and more self sufficient. And church has become ingrained in the Sunday morning routine. I really like going, my church family knows about my parents and their cancers, they are prayed for and The Lord is praised for my Mom’s healing. It is nice. My bible study co leader and I have become closer friends and I’m so thankful for her friendship. I love the fellowship I have with the people at my church.
Because I go to church I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. There’s not much going on that can’t wait until after church. Right now our Pastor is doing a series called “Curious” and it’s him answering questions about God, the Bible and man. It’s been so interesting that I don’t want to miss a day of it. I’m so thankful for my church and all the people that come along with it.
Menay O; mom to 4, Christian and thrift shopper on the side... 