There’s a song out there which follows the lines of kids with only one shoe, no hot water, and no breakfast, voices loud, we’re already late and the baby has a bad diaper which requires a bath and a new outfit. I think the punch line was, “We lost our religion going to church on Sunday morning.”
We’ve had a lot of Sunday’s like that around here. I’m embarrassed to admit it. And it never fails that once we get there the lesson is on caring enough about God to be on time to church.
Most times, the problem starts on Saturday night; I just don’t notice it then. I accept an evening invitation that keeps us out too late to bathe the children the night before. The week’s been so busy and the weekend worse, that I can’t tell you where the clean underwear is or why Son#1’s dress shirt is missing a button and his suit has wedding frosting on the pants.
In addition to helping the children get ready for church, I’m usually preparing a nice dinner in the morning before we leave. It will cook in the timed oven or crock-pot and be hot and ready to eat when we get home. This takes time, and I often feel pressure to make it awesome and not be late!
Today, I spent the day sick in bed. I probably won’t be going to church tomorrow morning. Poor Darren will have to sing a solo to the elderly at Carmel Hills (not what they had in mind when they invited our 5 cute little kids to come out–sigh.)
I’ve been using my down time thinking about how to make things better. Here’s my list:
1. Don’t stay out too late on Saturday night.
2. Bathe children Saturday instead of Sunday morning.
3. Prepare dinner in the slow cooker the night before and slip it in the fridge. Then just set it in the base and turn it on in the morning. No Stress!
4. Put bread dough in the bread machine the night before and time delay start for breakfast. Yum!
5. Lay out clothing the night before. Be sure everything is clean, mended and pressed. Locate 2 shoes and appropriate socks for each child.
Note to self: Remember, going to church should be a happy occasion. It’s a joy and a privilege to go. If after all I can do, the needs of my children mean we need to be late, so be it. All I can do is my best. And if I can do it cheerfully, I’ve won the victory.



























