I have one of those moments to share with you today...
The other day our family chose to attend a special church service being held on a local college campus. It was in a weird building, without childcare, and a whole lot of people. And. My. Son. Hated. It.
We knew the service would be pushing the limits of what he was capable of, so we had all of our “keep him calm” tricks ready. We selected seats near the front where he wouldn’t have to be aware of the rows and rows of people sitting behind him. He had a handful of things to keep him busy, and his Mama and siblings were nearby for company, but the poor guy didn’t even make it to the opening song.
As the service got underway we tried a delicate dance of in for a bit and out for a bit. But it didn’t take long for him to decided he really just couldn’t participate and needed to be taken outside. Away from the noise. Away from the crowds, and away from the panic that was welling up in his little heart.
And I was so bummed.
So why did these moments make God chuckle? Get the rest of the story here...
2 comments:
Found your blog through the (in)courage group! Thanks so much for posting this! We have only been attending church sporadically since our son was born (for different reasons/susceptibility to illness). It was so encouraging to hear some of my own thoughts echoed in yours.
Truly appreciate it!
I think you crawled inside my brain and found some of these exact thoughts rattling around in there! Only I may have been a bit more grudging about giving up "worship"! Thanks for the reminder!!!
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