The best place to hit a wall, emotionally or otherwise, seems to be in church. I didn't want to go this morning, I knew I was overtired and yet, it seemed that I was really needing to be there.
One of the things in my life I have kept quiet on here is the fact that Max a number of month's ago stated that he no longer cares to shares our faith and in fact he was now an atheist. I have not advertised this, I am hoping he is just searching.
As per the original discussion I had with Max, as long as he lives with us he was go to go church with us and he agreed with it.
So, today going down to make sure he was up and ready to go...I found him playing his guitar in his pjs, either unwilling or unready to go. I told him that he'd have to mow the lawn and he was up for dinner, it needed to be ready for 6.
We got to church and it was just overwhelming. All of it...the disappointing news this week, wedding plans, Max's decisions, the tough road he has ahead...ugh.
We had a great morning in church, we left feeling really rejuvenated. I wept through worship. We had friends pray with us, Pastors pray with us, the sermon was for me...it was all good.
We had picked up a neighbour on our way to the church--we were asked a number of weeks ago to do it, it's really not out of our way at all. When we left the church she seemed very upset. Angry even. We weren't even 10 minutes from the church when she was calling us out. Kent for not being vocal enough and she had let us into her life, (boundries...she said she had crossed them) and we hadn't let her into ours.
At almost 2 pm, we had her dropped off, relaxed and I was now OVERDONE. I was needing to pee and eat like crazy.
We went home and relaxed. It is the Sabbath after all, and we needed some rest....and rest is what we are getting!
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