It seems I have been struggling lately. It’s not that my faith in God is any less than it was before, but it seems that I am struggling to keep it at the forefront in my daily life. I pray daily. I thank God for my blessings. But sometimes I still feel as though I’m not putting the effort that I need to be putting in as a faithful follower. We don’t go to church every Sunday, mainly because I don’t feel the right fit. My husband wants to go to the church he grew up in, the same church I grew up in, the church in which we got married, but I’m looking for something that pulls at my spiritual heartstrings.
I grew up going to church every Sunday. It was a huge part of my life. I want that for my girls. I chose a pre-school program at a church specifically because their learning would be God-centered. My oldest is in kindergarten this school year and a big factor for me in school choice was their ability to worship and talk about their faith on campus. But yet I still feel like I’m depriving them by not having them in Church every Sunday. I take chances throughout the days to talk to our oldest about God, Heaven, Jesus, sinning, praying, forgiveness, etc. because I want my girls to know. I want them to know Jesus. I want them to forgive and I want them to be forgiven. I want them to sin and know that it’s ok to make mistakes.
Last night, in typical sassy Davyn fashion, she says, “Y’all just don’t know!”
Bryan Responds: “No Ma’am you don’t know.”
Davyn: “I DO know! I know God heals people.”
Thank you Lord for showing me that she is listening; that she DOES know.
Now if I can just crack down on finding us a church home.