Weekends

Weekends are tough. Wade's work schedule is such now that he has to work Saturdays and Sundays, AND doesn't get home until after 6:15 or so. I dread weekends. I pray my way through them. Yesterday I was Demon Mama, though. Screamed at my kids and then had to ask for forgiveness. We had a lesson in "in your anger, do not sin," with me as the example of what NOT to do.

We usually try to go to church Saturday nights, with Wade now having to meet us there late when he gets off of work. Last night we didn't make it at all. So this morning, 4 kids or not, I decided I needed to be at church. So we went. Glad we did. So thankful for a church where truth is spoken, and communicated in such a way that God's Word seems fresh and new each time you hear it. It's not about being entertained, or just feeling good in the midst of my favorite music though--in fact, often the styles or songs may not even be my favorite. But it's about bringing my mind and heart before God, offering Him a sacrifice of praise and waiting expectantly for Him to meet me where I'm at. So that's what I did. And He met me.