Hello! Hope the weekend is treating you well! I don't usually blog on Sundays because it's our family day but I have a moment to myself so I thought it would be a good time to come on here and say hello. Brianna is napping and the boys went to the store. These quiet moments don't happen too often so I enjoy them but then I never know what to do with myself.
We went to church this morning. We used to attend church every Sunday but since the kids were born we haven't been consistent. When I prayed to God to give me a child I promised that I would raise my children to know God and to always keep church and prayer in their lives. I hate to admit that I haven't been doing such a great job. Matthew knows about God, we put him in a preschool at a church that taught him a lot, he says the prayer before dinner and he talks about Jesus a lot. I have never taken the time to tell him why we pray or how to pray aside from what we do at the dinner table. And church. Wow! I should be taking the kids every Sunday. But we haven't. It's just so hard with two little ones. The church offers programs for children of all ages but neither kid enjoys it. I'm not sure why. If I put them in the nursery and Sunday School room I will get called back to get them because they were crying. I've always told Matthew that if he sits quietly in the chapel he can stay with us and for the first five years he's done well. Even as a baby he never gave us an issue. The people who sat around us would always comment on how well behaved he was. That made going to church easy. Although with our little girl it's a different story. She doesn't sit still, not even for 5 minutes, so how can I expect her to sit still for an entire hour? She wants to talk, wants to fuss, wants to walk from one area to another. It reached a point where I just didn't feel like putting in the effort so we stopped attending church. I realize I should have kept going anyway and done whatever I needed to in order to teach these kids the importance of going to church and how to sit still ... or go back to the Sunday School room and nursery until they were used to it. My faith had also been shaky at times so that was also a reason why I made no effort.
I want to get back into it. I need to.
Instead of the 11:00 Traditional service we decided to try the 9:30 Contemporary service. Both are so different. The 11:00 is in the chapel and is much more conservative. The 9:30 is in the bigger part of the church with a lot of people, loud music and not conservative at all. It was nice. So much easier dealing with the kids when it's loud. The half hour sermon was the biggest challenge trying to listen to the pastor speak while Brianna kept talking, pinching her brother and begging for food. No one seemed to mind. At least I don't think so.
And trying to listen to the sermon while controlling an almost two year old is an issue in itself but I did hear most of it. The pastor spoke on rejoicing in the Lord even through the hard times. It's amazing how the message I hear in church or even while listening to Joyce Meyer on TV has some significance to what I am going through at the time. I'm so glad we went and can hopefully keep this going weekly.
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