Sundays are crazy days for us. At least they start out that way. It is alway so difficult to get everyone fed, ready and out the door. But the hard part is when we get to service. Most weeks, Mike and I look at eachother as if to question why we even came. We enjoy being there and having a special place for worship but it always seems that at least 2 of the 3 boys are upset, tired or figgety. It makes our actual worship time very slight and we always want more... mostly, we want more tranquility and time for reflection.
It turns out we enjoy that we were present, even if not completely. And we agree that we want church to be an intentional part of our family's life. So, no matter the state of our spiritual selves we arrive and we make time for it. Someday... maybe there will be more space for the spritual. And someday... maybe the kids will search for a place in their lives for the spiritual.
Sidenote: I was invited to give an "artist talk" today after the service and was glad to speak about the work that's hanging in the Harrison Gallery, and the process of it. I know that it is right for me to make time for the creative in my life and to share it with others.
Even though Sundays start out crazy, they end gracefully. At the home of friends we enjoy our sunday night dinner. It is the rest in our Sundays. It is the community we love and are at home with.
We look forward to another Sunday night together.