Church

"Prayer is a strong wall and fortress of the church.."  Martin Luther

God is good.  All the time.

 Yesterday I wrote about my struggle with church going.  And then I prayed like I said I would.  And I went to night service at a new church.

And it was wonderful.  And I knew.  Knew that this was God's plan.  That He had answered my prayers.  That He had met me where I was.

The sermon was just what I needed.  Exactly.  And even what was spoken on was confirmation to my struggle.

How many prayers does He answer every day that I fail to notice?

 I love when He opens my eyes.  And I pray for continual sight.

Counting:


Words, spoken and unspoken
Answered prayer
Hearing God
Confirmations
birthdays
homemade anything
boys reading
girls playing




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Sundays

I'm struggling with something lately.  Something that vibrates like a confession when communicated. Something that knots my stomach.

 Every week, Sunday shows up and I retreat.

 I don't want to go to church.  There, I said it.  And today is Sunday, one o'clock and we did not go.

 I am planning on going tonight.

What is wrong with me?

I want the kids to be in church.  I want them to grow up understanding corporate worship, the body of Christ.

Can we do that without going to church?

What is wrong with me?

Sunday comes and I want to rest.  And church stresses me out.  Being a homeschool mom, I'm not the best at getting every one up and ready at a certain time.  Especially, getting them ready in their "Sunday best".

This picture is from last Christmas taken before service.  If you look closely you can see the orange Gatorade stain on Annika's mouth.  And what is that wet stuff on True's pant leg?  This is the stuff that trips me up.  The reaching for perfection to get to the place where I worship.  Where God doesn't require perfection.  Where God accepts me as is.

But Sundays have become the day of most attack.

This morning, I attempted.  And then we had to leave right then, and we were just about five minutes from being ready, so I said, 'we'll go tonight'.

What is the pressure I feel?

 I think there's more going on that meets the eye and I don't quite have it figured out.  I need to pray.  I need to ask God to reveal what the stronghold is.

And I need to go tonight.