The race was on. Last Sunday, all seven of us scrambled to get a shower and dress before our 30 minute stopwatch ended. We were going to church- a new church- one we picked out from a list posted online. Motivating each miniature and tall person to inch out from under their warm covers to attend some mystery church gathering- was quite a challenge. Few hustled and some even appeared to be going in reverse. Greasy hair needed washing, a sluggish teenager fell back to sleep after being awoken moments earlier, and our preschooler peed on his sheets the night before. The extra minutes we had were flowing down the tubes.
Getting to church isn’t always easy is it? Let’s face it, the simple morning challenges sometimes have a way of expanding beyond our control and leave us questioning- “Is this all really worth it?” I know- that morning really tested our ability to roll and readjust too.
Church shopping isn’t something that our family has had to ever do and I’m glad- it’s hard work. I felt like Goldilocks- trying to find the one that felt just right. Considering the obstacles that some of us face on Sunday mornings- it’s a miracle anyone makes it through the doors of a church building.
“Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another- and all the more as you see the Day approaching.”