While Elle and Carson were here, before Max and Abby arrived, we had the opportunity to go back to church. It was our first time back in five months.
I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t over the moon about going back to church. I think we’ve had a pretty great gig with this home church thing.
But as we sat there in that pew, all masked with pews between us and anyone else (meetings are limited to 50 people in different time slots, there is no singing, just listening to the piano or organ playing the song, and only one talk), I was overwhelmed with love and gratitude for the act of gathering.
I was so grateful for the message that was shared (all about ministering and true love). I was grateful to be able to wave at friends and neighbors, our eyes smiling above our masks, for the camaraderie of the people in our congregation. That largely empty chapel filled right up with the thickness of the spirit.
I think my girls sure felt it too. Because it doesn’t happen very often that Lucy will actually initiate a back rub for her sister. Nor reach her arm around that said sister to try to put her arm around me too. And it also doesn’t happen much that the older girls aren’t rolling their eyes at their little sister’s antics. Ha!
Grateful also for the tender whisperings of the depth and power of love and kindness in the midst of so much confusion and division in the world.
Loved this little impromptu sisterhood embrace as we left the building, our hearts and spirits all filled up to the brim with love and gratitude:
Back home again without masks…basking in that precious togetherness that we knew wouldn’t last.
Loved that renewed deep gratitude I gained for church and so many other opportunities that were so easy to take for granted before this pandemic.