my true love gave to me,
the seventh day of the week, some call the Sabbath, others may call it Sunday.
As a Christian, I believe that the 7th day was created for rest. It's a day of worship. A day to reflect on the rest of the week. A day to rest from our worries. A day to sing and to pray. A day to go to church.
This morning didn't start off much different than most Sundays lately, you know go get dressed, try to get some breakfast for the kids, do we have any toys or snacks?, some protests from going, however it made me think: Why the heck do I bother? The kids didn't want to get dressed, didn't want to go to church. Once we got there, they did ok at first and then....oh man lets just say the man that sat behind us last week that mumbled under his breath, loudly to his wife "Could we have picked a worse seat for church?", was certain to not sit behind us this week, and I am sure he was glad. Between T-Rex screaming and Two and Bee running in and out! It was just so not good.
I even left the meeting room and sat in the foyer, with three out of four of my naughty little ones. I finally went out and sat by the car, with Two screaming behind me the whole way leaving the building...so much for keeping the spirit there for others.
I was in tears. One mostly embarrassed at my inability to parent and reinforce positive proper behavior. And then two because my kids were so out of control. Not sure how it happened. Not sure what to do.
I could just stop going but I can't. Why? Because I believe strongly in the importance of torture!? No because I know that regardless of their behavior and regardless of what others may think, that is where we need to be.
I know that God lives. I know He loves us. I know He knows our struggles. I know He wants us to be happy. I know that life isn't always easy. I know that we gain strength through the hard times. And I know the knowledge they gain by being there will help them be better people.