recently i read this post by rachel held evans and it struck a nerve with me, in a good way. the oh-so-we-are-not-alone-in-this-journey way.
we left the church over two years ago.
it was unintentional really. we thought we would simply find another place to belong and possibly begin serving in the church setting again.
we have visited several churches. one church in particular we have been to many times. we love the pastor and his wife and the people are unbelievably welcoming. however, there are few people our age and even fewer children.
having returned to work full-time i became increasingly aware of the time i was missing with my children and decided that sunday was a morning i'd rather spend cherishing my family.
last sunday, i had special time with my girls while jacob and durgin had some guy time. as i walked and at times ran beside eisley riding her bike, giggling so proud of her skills, i worhsipped.
sunday evening when we had friends over for dinner and their children played with my children and laughter filled our home, i worshipped.
sunday night when i read the bible book at bed time and eisley asked the hard questions about heaven, i worshipped.
when my head finally hit the pillow hard next to his and our eyes met, looking deep, knowing one another, i worhsipped.
though i hope to be part of a community, a church one day, i am quite content to simply be the church and worship with my family each day.