As a mother, I am not sure anything makes me more proud than when we wake up on Sunday mornings. The kids wake up and eat breakfast. They watch some Disney and snuggle up on the couch with their blankets and pillows. They mosey around from room to room and then they get the news...
Today is church day.
I'm sorry, but did you just say that Frozen and Tangled would be playing right after each other on TV today... all day? Or did you say that Iron Man, himself, was coming to our house to visit? No no, sweet children. It's church day.
But the excitement that they show is something that makes me smile every single Sunday. Even when Presley is wandering around the house refusing to get dressed. And even when Cash is throwing a fit because he doesn't want to "fix his hair with water". Amidst all of the chaos and whining on a Sunday morning, nothing beats the pure heartfelt joy of knowing that your children are excited to go to church.
Their love for Jesus and fellowship at church is something that I hope and pray continues as they get older.
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