I nervously sat down in one of the rear rows with my husband and children. The atmosphere was nice, people were friendly. The music and harmonious voices flowed up throughout the sanctuary and all I could think about was, “Are my kids behaving?”
Trying to calm them down to no avail, I took their little hands and whisked them down the hallway while the worship went on without me.
Inside, my chest burned. Jealousy of the kid-less couples swam in my head and I hadn’t a clue how opposite of Christ my attitude had morphed into. It was a slow fade I suppose.
Please join me over at Kelli LaFram’s place today where I share a very personal testimony in her series #whybotherwithchurch.
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