In my mind there is something wrong with waking up your children for church when it’s still dark outside.
Eight o’clock church is brutal. Yes, I did say “EIGHT.” It’s even more brutal when you have four girls to doll up…well, five including yourself. And you want to keep your “date night” on Saturday night, but who is gonna bathe all your kids and put socks in their hair (so you don’t have to use a curling iron in the morning) and set out their clothes for the next day if you’re gone? I better start training my babysitters better.
But, of course, even at eight o’clock, church is worth it a hundred times over and we feel the spirit just the same.
I really do love church. Love it.
Today as we were sitting on the hard chairs in the cultural hall (still never early enough for the comfy ones up front) and all my girls were clamoring to sit practically on top of me, I remembered this post that I loved and it made my heart swell up.
I am a Mother. And I couldn’t be more thankful.