Kris and I have been doing our best to make it a point to be in church on Sunday Mornings. We seem to find ourselves traveling so much on the weekend, that it is difficult to remain consistent. But when we are here, we are in church. The teachers in nursery know Jonah by name and they welcome him every Sunday morning. They makes Kris and I, as parents, feel good.
There is a family in church that has a special needs child. They come to church when they can, and it's hard not to notice when they are present. During the time of prayer, I find myself being moved to tears. I think about how blessed I am and how much I pray for this family whose name I do not know.
I find myself engrossed with the word and the sermon being preached. I reflect on the blessings I have received and find myself emotional during the lords prayer and even when I am suppose to be singing. I have no idea I feel this way until it is time to speak. But it seems to happen every time I am in church.
It is strange what the mind and body can do when invited to the lords house. I look forward to raising my family in the church of Fuquay Varina United Methodist Church.
I urge those reading to reflect on the meaning of this lenten season, for it is the most powerful time in the Church Year.
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