The typical Sunday morning in our house is a well-timed, well-run, machine. Up we get with bright smiling faces, ready to start the day. The birds are chirping as the sun floods into our bedrooms, and if you listen really hard you can hear the sound of little girls giggling really quietly so they won't wake up their brother. We enjoy a leisurely breakfast as we discuss current events over our freshly bakes cinnamon rolls. Afterwards, my children get ready while singing, my hair always does exactly what I want it to, Elijah happily sits their and coos and smiles and never ever spits up on his "church clothes".....Okay, maybe not. Sunday mornings in our house probably more accurately resemble roping a calf at a rodeo, and chances are Elijah has caused me to change my outfit twice before I walk out the door. But in the moments between the chaos we review memory verses, prepare for what Naomi will be learning about in Sunday School, and thank God for our church family. I often think of our brothers and sisters in Christ.....when we get to church there are many whom we love who are beginning their worship gatherings as well, and when we are finishing ours, I know there are many more who are just beginning to worship together. What a beautiful bond we have. We may not have sung the same songs or heard the same passage in scripture, but we have worshipped the same God, we have read from the same Bible and we have been encouraged and challenged by the same Spirit and in 6 more days, if the Lord wills, we will do it again. "Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care." - Psalm 95:6,7
Monday, November 1, 2010
Today my son laughed. Not the little chuckle that young infants do but a hearty belly laugh. There is nothing like hearing your children laugh. This is something I thoroughly enjoy about our home, come by for a visit and it won't be long before you hear someone cracking up. Jeremy is quick to find the tickle bugs that seem to invade our children's beds. At the last book fair at school, Jerusha bought a knock-knock joke book (which I regretted almost immediately) and she is refining the art of skillfully telling a knock-knock joke. Elijah is enjoys a good game of peekaboo, Naomi loves to laugh at whatever tickles her funny bone and growing up in a family that laughs a lot together, I love every minute of it! So feel free to come on over, bring your best jokes and prepare to laugh!