Sunday, September 30, 2007

Novel Idea.

For the past six months, we've been getting up on Sunday and going to the church at the I grew up in and then going to (the local campus) in the evening. At the church I grew up in, we see some friends, enjoy our Sunday school class, deal with an unhappy child, sit through a service during which my sweet hubby nearly always nods off and my mind always wanders away. The morning is rushed and completed by a frantic drive across town to arrive barely-on-time, if not late. We are typically exhausted and whiny (even the adults). We learn little. We come home (or go to my mom's) and crash for a bit - and don't accomplish anything. We pack everyone back in the car and go to LifeChurch, where we have always heard an applicable sermon and where our children are happy and learning. #2 can nearly always narrate the lesson back to us in the car on the way home and sometimes even a few days later.

This morning, the Bookworm King announced that we were staying home from my childhood church and just going to the evening service at LifeChurch.

It was a lovely day. He let me sleep in a bit. We had a relaxed morning (the only one in the past week). We enjoyed each other. I did the school planning for the next few weeks and wrote the menu and updated the calendar and made a grocery list. He played with the boys. Then we ate lunch, and I supervised naptime while he worked. We went to church. He bathed the boys and I went to the grocery store. He's paying the bills and I'm writing this. And we're going to be in bed by 10:30 knowing that we are ready for tomorrow.

I'm truly thankful that God let him in this direction. We actually had a restful Sabbath in spite of the fact that we both did quite a bit of necessary work in preparation for the week. And I'm feeling incredibly peaceful in my spirit. I wonder if this path will continue.

1 comment:

ComfyDenim said...

Don't ya love it when a plan comes together. :-)