Out of Whack

There are few, if any, things that make my week quite as off kilter as a Sunday morning at home. Friday evening I really thought my girl was over the hump, as her temp was lower without Motrin than it had been with Motrin. But alas, she cratered last evening and was pretty miserable, and I'm keeping an eye on one ear that's particularly bothering her.

And as much as I've enjoyed our snuggle times on the couch while she's been sick (reminiscent of what my man called "velcro days" when the kids were small and stuck to me like -- well, velcro!), it just felt weird to send the guys off by themselves. I miss our class discussion of the week's passage of Scripture; I miss the sermon our pastor will be preaching, which is likely to be simultaneously convicting and enouraging; I miss the sweet fellowship.

How thankful I am for God's grace in blessing me with parents in my younger years and a husband today who never asked the question on Saturday: "Are we going to church tomorrow?" It's as much a part of me as my DNA. May we never take for granted the privilege and freedom we have in this country to gather in worship. . . .and may we never let it be taken away.

Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—-and all the more as you see the Day approaching.
Hebrews 10:25