After much internal debate, I came to the conclusion that it was indeed not a wise decision to take the boys to church this morning, thus exposing others to their ever -dripping noses and only sporadically tissue covered coughing fits.To say that it becomes challenging to teach two one year old toddlers and a rambunctious preschooler the virtues of sitting quietly through a church services by myself while their dad must work Sundays would be the understatement of the year. (Especially living in a culture wrought with nurseries and children's church at every available spiritual community)
It is for this reason I am so unwilling to miss a service. Because, frankly, in my flesh is is always a struggle to go. The choice not to go this week serves only to make provision for the flesh so that we will continue to miss week after week.
How do I protect the general public from my germy little men, while still instilling in them the values of self-discipline, family worship, and the life altering power that comes from the word of God, and from communicating with the Savior in prayer?
Well, we have church. Sure, we may not have been able to go to church this morning, but there certainly wasn't anything stopping us from having church!
We donned our Sunday best, and retreated to the living room. There we prayed, praised, and studied. We learned that with God, all things are possible. Just as the impossible became reality for David when he slew Goliath. Praise the Lord for a Sunday that has been blessed beyond measure!
(Everyone sits to listen as mom reads from the bible)
(Same story, this time in sticker book the boys get to decorate)
(mazes and coloring pages)
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