Ben had a work thing on Sunday, so he wasn’t able to come to church with us. On Saturday night, I thought, “maybe the girls and I will just stay home…. after all, it’s a lot of work to get them to church by myself.”
A minute later, I heard a quiet voice in my heart say, “Go to church. This isn’t a logistical challenge, it’s a spiritual one.”
I thought about 2 momma friends who are single foster moms – to 2 and 4 kids each. They bring their kids by themselves every week.
I thought about the moms and dads whose spouses work at church on Sunday. They bring their kids by themselves every week.
I thought about the single mom in my Bible study who uses her collective lunch hours from the whole week to come to Bible study each Thursday. She brings her kids by herself each week.
I thought, Satan would love to prevent God’s people from going to church. I mean, do you ever feel like it’s REALLY hard to get there on Sunday mornings!? Up late the night before, little ones’ schedules, crabby toddlers, cold, shoveling off cars, icy, and on and on. Reason after reason. Because if you were against the people of God, you sure as heck wouldn’t want them getting together to worship God every week.
This particular decision on this particular Sunday was a spiritual one. I decided we would go. Because
sometimes often, obedience to the Lord is in the small things.
It was SO cold on Sunday morning. Like bitter-my-face-is-freezing-off-cold.
But we’d made up our minds. No excuses this morning – we were going to church. (And we were early, bam!)
At our church, the kiddos start out in the service while we all sing a few songs, then they go off to Sunday School classes during the sermon.
Honestly, it’s often hard to enter into undistracted, spirit & truth worship of Jesus with a couple toddlers hanging on me. And if they’re not hanging on us, we’re making sure they don’t wander off or run up to the front. Some various recent pregnancy discomforts make it hard for me to hold either of the kids on my hip for more than a minute. I reminded them on the way there that they’d have to stand or sit by me, that I wouldn’t be able to hold them during song time. Addie asked lots of questions. Emma just nodded.
It ended up being one of the best Sunday mornings in a long time. Church was so refreshing.
The verse came to mind – and He gives more grace.
On this particular Sunday, I was overwhelmed with God’s goodness to me personally, especially as I looked around and experienced His love and His joy through His people.
I’m telling you – there is something about people who are radiating with the love of Jesus that is contagious. There is something about realizing that a God so big could care so much about you. Overwhelming is the only word I know to describe it.
King David said it better than I can:
“When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars you set in place – what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them?” (Psalm 8:3-4)
When a sweet single gal holds your 1 year old for all of worship time, because the baby wants to be held and you physically can’t hold her…
When your 3 year old sways and claps and sings while hugging you, somehow seemingly understanding that this time of singing is about worshipping Jesus, not about her…
When you hear a man’s story about his life of addiction and abuse, until He met Jesus and was forever changed…
When God speaks to you through His Word, truth for the particular season you’re in, even though you’ve heard the story a hundred times…
When the lady sitting next to you tells you the tags are still on your maternity dress and would you like her to take them off…
… you experience the truth that He cares for you. That he gives more grace.
Because sometimes His grace, that is, His undeserved favor, is seen in the big things. People giving their lives to Jesus, churches being started, pastors being released from prison.
But sometimes, grace comes in the small things – cooperative kids on a Sunday morning, someone holding your baby to give you a break, or someone subtly telling you there are still tags on your clothes.
One of my biggest takeaways from yesterday, a routine Sunday morning at church, was this: if God tells you to do something, He gives abundant grace and provision to make whatever it is that He asked of you possible as you step out and choose to obey.
Even if what He’s asking of you is as small as go to church today.
photo cred: church FB page; not sure who took it