We were in the car on the way to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for dinner when Isaac shared this little jewel with me. My first reaction was to tell him that Church is not boring but it can be, even for grown ups, excruciatingly boring. I imagine for a four year old it must seem much worse. Besides, I did not have a leg to stand on since I had skipped church that morning for laundry and baking.
I realize that I am supposed to be a better example. I have in the past bounded out of bed and sang out, “Today we get to go to Church.” I want my children to be aware that worship is a freedom that not everyone has. Sometimes my Sunday morning script changes to, “It’s time to say thank you Jesus.” My children have a lot to be thankful for.
This weekend, however, I felt justified in side stepping the Sabbath. I had spent two days out of the week in Grand Rapids working with the Michigan Darfur Coalition on the Refugee Assistance Program. I also worked hard to run our family business and shuttle two school aged children to school and gymnastics classes. I prepared low cost healthy meals that included bread and granola that I baked myself. The week ended with a party where I invited some good friends over for a game of Charades. Fun was had by all. All of this while maintaining a healthy weight and losing two pounds.
I was amazing.
I am also amazingly full of myself. I never intended for this blog to become a commentary on my faith. I wanted it to be an honest account of my experiences as a mother, wife, business owner and advocate. In order to be honest, I have to admit that I should have taken my amazingly-full-of-myself-butt to church for a time out.
I told Isaac that Church and time outs may not be fun but they are necessary. Sometimes we need a moment to be still and focus on our choices. Sometimes we don’t even know that we need them and sometimes we find ourselves there completely by surprise. I promised both of the boys that mommy would start prioritizing her week around the Sabbath and not the other way around.
I love working for a good cause. If I am helping to feed the oppressed I know that I am working with God. I want my children to see me involved with their school and cheering them on in their extra curricular activities. I work hard to preserve my marriage and I have personal goals that deserve attention, too. I would be a fool to believe that all of the good I intend to do will not bear down on me with it’s full weight without the cultivation of my faith.
Next Sunday you will find me in a pew at Immaculate Heart of Mary Church and I will take my time out like a big girl.