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Surprised at CommunionSunday mornings have become a bit hectic since the newest baby joined our family. In addition to that . . . addition, my husband also became a Sunday morning 9th-grade boys' Life Group leader, which means he has to be at the church by 9 am. Now, I freely admit that part of our joy on Sunday mornings lies in the fact that our church is a mere 7 minutes from the house, and since the second service (which we always attended) doesn't begin until 10:30, we don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn and rush to get there. Since Life Groups started this fall before I was ready to return to church with the baby and myself, this new responsibility necessitated him bringing all the other children with him every Sunday in order for them to get to church--quite an endeavor for one dad!In the ensuing weeks we came up with a plan, and now it's become fairly simple to get everyone up, dressed, shoe-d (hey, there's a thought--wouldn't it be great if kids' shoes could be made permanent, like a horse's, so we wouldn't have to hunt shoes every Last week, Nicholas was very fussy all morning after they left and I could *not* put him down in order to get ready. I was resigned to the fact that there was no way we could make it. Finally, he calmed down enough for me to put him in his swing. Glancing at the clock, I decided to go for it. 15 minutes later I was all ready to go. I raced to the swing and picked him up . . . just in time to catch him spitting up all over his outfit and everything within range. Since it was 10:37 at that point, I considered myself defeated and we stayed home for the morning. This Sunday morning was typical. I was actually thinking that preparing everyone else and not having to worry about myself was a great plan--I'd put in ponytails, found socks, and filled the diaper bag still in my own jammies. No spitup emergencies. I even had a cute scarf to try wearing in a new way. The baby did cry for the last 5 minutes of our ride to church (ugh!) but Daddy met us at the door and took him while I parked the truck and came inside. Papa and Magu were there to meet us, which was a fun surprise. I'd arrived a minute too late to run around and greet friends, but that was fine; I found a spot on the end (just in case!) and Rob settled next to me with the baby on his shoulder. We sang. The music was great. I kept glancing over to see if the baby was going to start fussing for me. One song . . . two. He fell asleep. Ahhhh. For some reason, loud noises put him right out. Looked around to see where my son and his friends were sitting. Finally found them, and noted the guy who's trying to snag one of his friends was sitting next to her, which made me giggle. Wow, the keyboard sounds great. I love this song. Is the baby still asleep? I wonder if the sweet girl I've been praying for found a ride this morning? Do Magu and Papa like the service? Oh, we're having communion. Seems like it's been a long time. Wow, they're serving from the back of the room, and while the pastor has been sharing about communion they're almost to the front before you notice them . . . nice. The platter is passed. I take a piece of bread. I'm so glad we don't use the peel-open communion sets I've seen in other churches that made me feel like I was having church in a drive-through. Is baby still asleep? The pastor says, "Jesus broke the bread, and blessed it, saying, 'Take, eat . . .'" I put the piece in my mouth, bite down . . . Surprise. Tears come to my eyes. Music begins. This is His body. He, the Perfect One, the One Who loved me while I was yet (yet?) a sinner. Jesus . . . His body was broken for me. In advance. Before it all . . . before all my mistakes, all my blatant disregard for His law, before all the needs I would have. He was there, in that moment, as He had been throughout eternity. I remembered. I didn't realize I'd forgotten. 7:36 AM - Oct. 20, 2009 - post comment
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 Misty Krasawski is the overly-blessed mom of eight children whom she homeschools in sunshine-y Florida. She has been clinging ferociously to the hand of her Lord since she was knee-high to a grasshopper, homeschooling for the past thirteen years, and has eighteen more years ahead of her with the children who are glad she will have done most of her experimenting on those who went before. Her wonderful husband Rob has much treasure laid up for him in heaven for having been called to such a daunting task. Home User Profile Archives Recent Entries - On Turning Forty - Day at the Corn Maze - Permission Slips for Moms--at Heart of the Matter! - The Timeline--Daddy's Version - Surprised at Communion 
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