Over the course of the past several months, something has been tugging at my heart. I've felt like I just haven't been doing enough to please God. And I have wanted, very badly, to do better. I'm not sure why this feeling popped up- but I am oh, so glad it did!
Now, I'm in church every Sunday morning. But, honestly, it's because I work in the nursery keeping [[precious]] little ones while Mommies and Daddies are in Sunday School and the service. I LOVE the church where I work. I have grown to absolutely LOVE the children I care for, as well as gotten close to some of their parents. It makes me happy to be there. But, lately, I just haven't been satisfied with being at church. Although I love those little people, I have grown to not love being a part of the service, and being able to really listen to the words the preacher has to say. I am lucky enough for one of the services to be able to turn on the speaker system so I can catch some of the sermon, but we all know babies require our undivided attention 99.9% of the time.
That being said, I have been on G about us attending Sunday evening services at a church closer to my house. We kept saying we'd go. And we kept not going. I know that G wanted to go, but I guess making it a point to actually get to church wasn't at the top of his (or mine) priority list.
Finally, I had it. I was going to go to church, and that was all there was to it. We finally made it to the evening service at the church G grew up in. They had gotten a new preacher lately, and he had nothing but good "reviews" from long time church members. You can make fun of me, but I'm a little funny about things. I was straight up nervous when we went that Sunday (which is why I was so adimant about having G for support). I could just imagine us showing up, with me getting wierd stares and not welcomed. That could not have been further from what really happened. I have never been so welcomed by strangers before in my life! Of course, they were all thrilled to see G again [and it was super entertaining to hear countless stories about him when he was "knee high to a grass hopper"], but almost everyone made a point to come and introduce themselves to me and shake my hand and tell me how glad they were to have me. Although we haven't been back consistently yet [we're still working on that whole routine part!], everytime we make it to the evening service, we are all welcomed, hugged, and told that they are so glad we came. I can honestly say I feel "at home" in that church. I actually even feel pretty bad because several members already call me by my name in conversation...and I can't remember theirs to save my life! Again, I'm workin' on it! Names remembered or not, that is possibly one of the nicest, sweetest, most welcoming congregation that I have had the pleasure of worshiping with. Being welcomed by such a wonderful, God fearing, church going, old fashioned Christian group of people has played a HUGE part in my happiness lately!
But I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to church to say that I was going to church...which I can save for another day, since we've still got 26 to go!
Now, I'm off to spend another
Have a fabulous Friday friends!
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