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Oh boy does this post from tired supergirl resonate with me. (She is brilliant by the way. I love her writing and her heart.) Sunday mornings are so hard in a ministry family. I think they are hard in any family. We have so many responsibilities, and it seems like something always goes wrong. The alarm doesn't go off or the shoes don't fit or someone doesn't have socks. (OK no one has socks, this is not uncommon around here.) Things have gotten a little better around here, but not alot. I tell myself that our Sunday morning starts on Saturday night. Well now, Saturday afternoon, because we are teaching a Sunday School class so we really have to be there on time. Jason has to be there at 9:15 for ths staff to meet and pray; Spenser has to be there at 9:30 to practice the keyboard; Sunday School starts at 9:40. So on Saturday afternoon, I have to start thinking about it. I'm not kidding. It means we don't go to a later movie on Saturday night. We bathe the kids early if we are going out. I lay out everyone's clothes so I see what needs to be washed, hunted or ironed. (The shoes and socks always have to be hunted. I actually pick the dresses based on what color shoes I can find. And I love summer because we can get away with sandals and no socks.) Since we started teaching Sunday School, Jason goes at 7:30 to set up all the a/v equipment instead of waiting to do it later. He used to do it after staff and miss most of Sunday School. Sundays are the days my kids get Pop Tarts for breakfast-- cereal is too slow LOL and you can't eat it in the car. Maybe one day we will have peaceful, worshipful Sunday mornings but for now, it aint happening. And yet God still finds a way to reveal Himself in the worship service and calm my heart to focus on Him. I am grateful for that. And for Pop Tarts. |
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