We were unfortunate enough to miss church this morning due to children who woke up looking ill but typically perked up later in the day. I was so glad to be able to go tonight. Something felt missing all day. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like a Sunday, not because church is a ritual to be gotten over with but because it’s where my other family lives. The Bible tells us not to give up meeting together because God made us to need the company of others or fellowship as He calls it.
There are so many things happening in my life that threaten to steer my ship off course, little ups and downs that buffet my sails and bigger waves and icebergs that pound against the side of my boat. In all these things I know God is with me but it straightens my spiritual compass to spend time with the “home” of church. Truly grateful.