Today, as in most Sundays, we attended church. Like usual, it was a frustrating experience. I always enter church expecting to find a peaceful time to meander with the Lord, and to look upon my beautiful children seated perfectly in their pew and listening intently to the stories from the Bible.
However, what happens looks more like a series of scenes from Married with Children meets Everybody Loves Raymond. Kids are crying, crayons are rolling under pews, someone inadvertently (or maybe I am niave) hits someone and I spend the hour flip-flopping between shhh-ing and threatening "no donuts!"
But then in the quiteness of pre-nap time, with my 3 year old all snuggled up next to me, he says "Mumma, say the Daily bread one with me"...I smile and help him through the Lord's prayer, thankful that while it seems like nothing spiritual happened at church, something got into his little noggin.
AMEN!
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