On Sunday we all sat on the couch at ten o’clock struggling to hear the sermon and trying not to appear too chaotic on video chat. I caught Jasmine picking her nose and Oscar wailed when he dropped his toy, but thankfully our family had the mute button on so no one could hear him.
When it was time for Andy to teach Sunday school, I sent the older three children out onto the porch to play, but spent most of Sunday school walking the baby to keep her quiet too.
I miss being with our church family, and talking to the other ladies, and seeing my children play with their friends. I miss singing together.
And I miss driving to church on Sunday mornings.
We would always get up pretty early, and eat granola together before rushing around to collect last minute things and get everybody dressed and combed. We drive almost an hour to church, so each of the children pick a toy or book to take along on the drive and we always take crackers for a snack.
I make coffee and put it in my favorite travel mug and once we’re all in the van and buckled and settled the fun begins.
We drive along the coast on the way to church, and on sunny mornings the ocean is blue and the mountains stunning. Sometimes it’s cloudy and then the water looks stormy and grey but that has its own beauty as well.
I sip my coffee and Andy and I have a chance to talk. We hash out theology, or the application of biblical principles, or something happening in our lives, or sometimes we sing.
I guess it’s our version of a weekly date.
The baby sleeps, the children play with their toys and we sit and talk.
I miss those Sunday morning drives.
What do you miss most about Sunday mornings?
I love it! And the picture… it’s wonderful!