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I am a big fan of Sundays, of church-going, of Sabbath-keeping and of the fellowship of the saints. In fact, I could probably count on my fingers and toes the times I have ever missed church. I grew up going every week because my parents were faithful laypersons who served in Sunday school, church choir, church council, leadership, prayer teams, you-name-it-they-did-it.
So it comes as no surprise that as an adult, I ended up marrying someone with a Preachers wife stories background and experience. I do, however, believe in using my God-given gifts, talents and strengths to serve alongside Ryan as a team. So when I admit that I occasionally play hooky from church it is in no way meant to demean the church-going, worship experience. It is meant to say, I, like you, am a normal human being that sometimes needs a day off. Sometimes I need a break. Ryan left before am and even after planning the night before to sleep in and stay home, my internal body clock assisted me in jumping out of bed around the same time.
For some, you can do that by staying in bed all day or lounging around watching television. That, Preachers wife stories friends, is what charges my batteries. I was in overdrive and on a roll. I had finished over half the items on my list before am. It almost felt as if the time were magically going slowly. It felt like bonus time. It felt as if I were cheating on church or God or something by being at home, not out of town or on vacation and being well enough to charge ahead on my to-do list not sick or feeling poorly.
I know where this guilt comes from another-blog-post-for-another-day but I decided in that moment, I was refusing to allow some faux-culpability or life-long burden steal my joy. I was going to take my Sabbath, keep it holy and honor God anyway. At home. By getting my heart and my house in order for the coming week. One of my sweet chapel friends texted me out of concern and told me she missed seeing me there.
I replied that I just needed a morning at home. The week prior I had not managed my week well.
Been running too hard and fast. Said yes to too many good things. Sunday was the morning I needed to just plant myself at home and engage myself in those things that are helping me to focus my time and energy exactly the way I want to this year. As much as I hated to use a Sunday morning as the time to do this, I did it anyway. Do you ever feel guilty for skipping church just because?
What other ways have you spent a Sunday that restored your soul? We skipped church right before the kids got out of school for Christmas break and took a short trip up to Gettysburg. With the hustle and bustle of the holidays coming up, we felt like we had not had much family time and decided to utilize a gorgeous day, Sunday to spend time enjoying each other.
It was wonderful and very rejuvenating. Thanks for sharing. Like Like. Sounds like a weekend well spent Jerri. Thank you for this post. I feel guilty for skipping church just because. Tim Preachers wife stories up and went off he drives separately anyway and I went back to sleep, rolling out of the bed around I got up, had my devotion time, cooked breakfast for Rachel and me and leisurely did laundry.
It Preachers wife stories happen sometimes Karen. I skipped church this morning and did my devotion at home. I needed time to to relax in the at home with no one else around except the presence of the Holy Spirit. This post was meant for me! Thanks for sharing your heart! Love you!! Teresa Goodwin.
And, as long as my husband is ok with it…I stay home and just rest! You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google. You are commenting using your Twitter. You are commenting using your Facebook. Notify me of new comments via. Notify me of new posts via. February 13, March 13, Such was the case this past Sunday. My goal was just to have a morning at home. To relax. To rest. To rejuvenate.
Out of habit, a teensy-tiny part of me felt a slight twinge of guilt. Share this: Click to share on Twitter Opens in new window Click to this to a friend Opens in new window Click to print Opens in new window Click to share on Pinterest Opens in new window Click to share on Facebook Opens in new window. Like this: Like Loading Teresa Goodwin Like Like. Leave a Reply Cancel reply comment here Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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