I MAY or MAY NOT have skipped the church service yesterday. I started my morning happy and excited to get there and spend time with friends and take a break from responsibilities…to be a part of the crowd. One Sunday every once in a while of just being a part of the crowd helps me cope with the fact that my family and I SO are not just part of the crowd.
Then there WAS a crowd outside of Miss Magnificent’s room. Parents waiting with their whining toddlers. And I was determined just to be one of ’em. Not to volunteer my knowledge or services. I was just going to stand there until someone issued a solution for the problem. But I couldn’t. You know I couldn’t. Two minutes into my determined part of the crowdness I marched myself to the front and volunteered to stay with the kiddos until the teacher arrived. No teacher ever arrived, for the record. And I spent my morning changing diapers and wiping snot noses and getting really annoyed.
So when my relief came – after LIFE group was over and service was scheduled to start – I was already severely cranky. She walked in and said to my little girl, “Oh, your Daddy is The Hunk [except she said his real name]!” And I turned from my diaper changing duties and said, “Yes, and I am his wife.” And then I was 8 shades of done. Not because she was anything but kind or meant anything by the recognition of my child but it WAS because of the recognition of my child that I was done. I’ve always been terrified of my kids being forced to live in the spotlight. Since the day The Hunk decided vocational ministry was where God wanted him. And there it was…some random woman who I certainly do not know reconized my baby. And her Daddy.
I peaced outta there ASAP without the heart to go to service. Instead I grabbed a coffee and sat for some reflection. How do I deal? How do I push through that which brushes the deepest fears of my heart? Or the deepest hurts? I go to my Father. I stop and let His Spirit move around in the deep – easing the fears and healing the hurts.
I missed the service yesterday. I did. I’m not saying you should skip just because you had a bad morning. Usually that’s exactly when you SHOULDN’T skip. All I’m saying is that the Holy Spirit taught me some stuff because or inspite of my shady service skipping.
More on THAT tomorrow. Now get your hineys in gear. Write something real and true and link up to YOUR POST below!
Keep on keepin’ it down and dirty. Love y’all like crazy!