Taking Time To Rest
It's a slow moving Sunday. A rare treat for my family.
It's raining, we're still in pjs, and we're gathered around the kitchen table drinking coffee and catching up.
We aren't rushing to make it to church almost two hours before the first service starts, we aren't double checking lessons and making sure we have chord sheets and cords to our instruments. We aren't packing breakfast for the girls to eat at church while their parents are getting things ready for services.
The girls and I are visiting my mother's family in Delaware this weekend. We don't have to be anywhere early this morning, we will attend one service today, and I'm not in charge of anything.
Being employed by (or married to) the ministry is a wonderful thing. We are blessed beyond measure and I wouldn't trade what we do for the world. We have seen the Lord move in incredible ways and have been humbled beyond measure by the kind and gracious people we serve beside. We are grateful to be a part of a great church full of great people.
It's raining, we're still in pjs, and we're gathered around the kitchen table drinking coffee and catching up.
We aren't rushing to make it to church almost two hours before the first service starts, we aren't double checking lessons and making sure we have chord sheets and cords to our instruments. We aren't packing breakfast for the girls to eat at church while their parents are getting things ready for services.
The girls and I are visiting my mother's family in Delaware this weekend. We don't have to be anywhere early this morning, we will attend one service today, and I'm not in charge of anything.
Being employed by (or married to) the ministry is a wonderful thing. We are blessed beyond measure and I wouldn't trade what we do for the world. We have seen the Lord move in incredible ways and have been humbled beyond measure by the kind and gracious people we serve beside. We are grateful to be a part of a great church full of great people.
But sometimes, every once in a while, it's nice to be a regular person on Sunday morning.
I know EXACTLY what you mean. recently I was out of town visiting friends and I was so excited to just get to go to church. Early that morning the kids of my friends that I was visiting wroke up with a fever and throwing up. I understood we couldn't take the kids to church and chose to stay home with them. But girl I cried!! sad, pitiful tears. You know you are in ministry when you cry because you can't just go to church. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the intrigue! .. See you around!
ReplyDeleteOh, man, do I know what you mean. It's been two years since I left music ministry and now I can't imagine how I did so much early on Sunday mornings and all week to be ready. It is nice to just be a worshiper in the pew. I do miss it...sometimes...
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed a relaxing Sunday morning. I know from being a church organist for years that Sunday mornings can be a rushed time and it's nice to relax and enjoy your family for once.
ReplyDeleteI am a new follower of your blog - also a follower at 31 Rubies.
~Blessings!
Mary
http://www.homegrownlearners.com
Thank you for your comments! I know Kerry and Exie definitely understand where I'm coming from!
ReplyDeleteWelcome Mary! I'm glad you stopped by here and at 31 Rubies! :)