I spilled my water during church today
I spilled my water during church today. Of course, it sinks in and runs down the crack in the back of the seat. Suddenly, I see my friends leaping up so as to avoid the cold running toward their backsides. I was so embarassed! Involuntarily, the the tears started to flow.
But, let me back up. I have a 4 year old son, named Brody. He is the only one of my children that I would actually label as clingy. I've never had an issue putting my kids in babysitting for a Bible Study, or taking them to Sunday School. They don't cry when they spend the night at grandma's house, or even a friend's house, for that matter. And the first day of school is exciting, not dreadful!
That is, until I had Brody...
When Brody came along, everything changed. Including how sympathetic I am to tears at my departure. Once upon a time, Derick and I would take him to Sunday School together. We'd open the door, throw him at the teacher and take off running, knowing that in less than 30 seconds, he'd satisfy himself with the puzzles and we would be all but forgotten.
Then we took Derick to the airport...
I have seen my children miss their daddy! And I really think that this deployment, so far, has been harder on them than it has on me. They are old enough now, to know that its gonna be a long time before we see Derick again. He is doing his duty to protect us.
But Brody is different. I have never seen any of my children cry and sob and cling the way Brody does when I take him to class. He's the only one that would rather go home with mom than spend the night at Grandma's house. If he has the option of riding in the car with a friend or with mom to a certain destination, he'll choose mom every. single. time.
So naturally, he sits in church (and adult Sunday School and Bible Study) with me. He likes to text daddy during church, because mom likes to text daddy during church. But today I said no games and no videos on my phone during church. He was restless and asked me to fill my water glass. I did. I even put some ice in it. But the lid is broken. No sooner had I sat back in my seat when the cup slipped out of my hand... not the lid. And suddenly 24 ounces of water is running down the crack in the pew.
I was thankful for the back row.
Thankful for plush seats that soak up the water instead of hard seats that get everyone's butts wet.
Thankful for my 2 friends that jumped to my aid, assuring me "it's only water" and "It's ok. Don't worry about it!"
Thankful for my church, my safehaven.
But I couldn't help it. Church makes me feel safe. And all the emotions that I had bottled up through the week, came pouring out and down my cheeks. I couldn't stop. In the back row, I'm sure no one else noticed. But, I did.
It reminded me how thankful I am for the believers in Jesus Christ that I worship with. It's ok for me to bring my 4 year old to class, or to the service. I don't get the evil eye, but instead a wink and a smile. I'm not scolded for having an uncontrollable child who should be in class. Instead, I have people jumping to my aid in the middle of the sermon.
No point today, just a story.
Thanks for reading!
But, let me back up. I have a 4 year old son, named Brody. He is the only one of my children that I would actually label as clingy. I've never had an issue putting my kids in babysitting for a Bible Study, or taking them to Sunday School. They don't cry when they spend the night at grandma's house, or even a friend's house, for that matter. And the first day of school is exciting, not dreadful!
That is, until I had Brody...
When Brody came along, everything changed. Including how sympathetic I am to tears at my departure. Once upon a time, Derick and I would take him to Sunday School together. We'd open the door, throw him at the teacher and take off running, knowing that in less than 30 seconds, he'd satisfy himself with the puzzles and we would be all but forgotten.
Then we took Derick to the airport...
I have seen my children miss their daddy! And I really think that this deployment, so far, has been harder on them than it has on me. They are old enough now, to know that its gonna be a long time before we see Derick again. He is doing his duty to protect us.
But Brody is different. I have never seen any of my children cry and sob and cling the way Brody does when I take him to class. He's the only one that would rather go home with mom than spend the night at Grandma's house. If he has the option of riding in the car with a friend or with mom to a certain destination, he'll choose mom every. single. time.
So naturally, he sits in church (and adult Sunday School and Bible Study) with me. He likes to text daddy during church, because mom likes to text daddy during church. But today I said no games and no videos on my phone during church. He was restless and asked me to fill my water glass. I did. I even put some ice in it. But the lid is broken. No sooner had I sat back in my seat when the cup slipped out of my hand... not the lid. And suddenly 24 ounces of water is running down the crack in the pew.
I was thankful for the back row.
Thankful for plush seats that soak up the water instead of hard seats that get everyone's butts wet.
Thankful for my 2 friends that jumped to my aid, assuring me "it's only water" and "It's ok. Don't worry about it!"
Thankful for my church, my safehaven.
But I couldn't help it. Church makes me feel safe. And all the emotions that I had bottled up through the week, came pouring out and down my cheeks. I couldn't stop. In the back row, I'm sure no one else noticed. But, I did.
It reminded me how thankful I am for the believers in Jesus Christ that I worship with. It's ok for me to bring my 4 year old to class, or to the service. I don't get the evil eye, but instead a wink and a smile. I'm not scolded for having an uncontrollable child who should be in class. Instead, I have people jumping to my aid in the middle of the sermon.
No point today, just a story.
Thanks for reading!
Here's a picture of my latest sewing project. A T-shirt quilt. I'll post another when its finished.
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