I don't know if I should consider this

an update to yesterday's post or perhaps just more fuel for the fire:

This morning was another priceless morning at church. before we made it to the second song, Charlie crawled under the pew, made it to the aisle and made a break for it. I chased him, grabbed him and continued down the aisle as his NOO! NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! echoed through the otherwise silent auditorium.

I am enjoying the looks on everyone's faces as they enjoy the spectacle. I'm nearly to the back before I lose it and can no longer contain my laughter. I turn around to wave at the preacher who laughs and says, 'I think someone is disapproving of something here.'

I deliver him to the nursery and return to sing with Melody. We named her well. For the first time in awhile, I truly worshiped. I held her and we sang together and her sweet, clear voice just got more and more confident. We were near the front and the song leader kept sneaking glimpses of her joyous song. At the end of one song, she didn't cut off the held note and the entire church could hear my Melody's melody.

I feel compelled to add a note about yesterday's post on worship. It was a composite of several weeks. Not every week is that bad (or that good) and I really am amazed and awed by how well we are loved and cared for by the people of that community. It isn't that I am ungrateful; rather that I am tired. We're actually getting by pretty well, for the moment. It's just the waiting that has worn me down.


Anonymous said...

I am glad you had a good Sunday in God's house, and I hope you get some rest.

Love, Papa

Betsy said...

I'm glad too. :)