This year has provided its fair share of disappointments and redirections, that’s for sure, but there’s one thing I miss most of all, our Sunday rhythm of church day. We go to a large church so COVId has altered our schedule a bit more. While they are doing everything they can to adapt to this season I know we all wish it could go back to the way it used to be.
I miss my husband dropping us off at the doors while he and my son park the car. I miss the way the sun feels on our backs as we walk toward familiar greeters at the doors. They are certain to give my kids a high five and me a welcoming smile.
I would walk them to the check- in kiosk delivering one child to children’s worship and one heading to the service with me. Along the way we’d smile, wave, and say hello to dozens of people, some who we know well and others who are just sweet familiar faces. The gentlemen who serve at the check in station were always sure to comment on my girls’ big bows. It always made us grin.
I miss that.
I miss speed walking to the sanctuary and catching my friend Ashley H. doing the same thing and knowing each of us may miss the first song, but caring enough about each other to stop and hug and catch up on what’s going on with our kids.
I miss walking in singing to whatever song was playing, looking around for our guys, waving ar my parents in the back of the sanctuary and finding our seat together as a family.
I would take a deep breath, take off my coat, and thank the Lord for getting us there in one piece.
I miss the live sound of the orchestra and the big voices of the choir. As music filled the room, I felt the Holy Spirit in my heart.
I’d glance at Jenny and her family sitting down below us and be so thankful she was my friend. I’d admire Mr. Tony and Mrs. Lavonice, so thankful we were able to serve alongside them at church.
I miss looking around and being so thankful that I was in a room filled with so many like minded people who are heavenly minded and doing earthly good for Jesus. I miss being inspired by their stories.
I miss the ministers all lined up at the alter waiting to pray with you if you needed it. I miss walking out of the service and catching my parents in the hall for a quick hello before Sunday School. I miss Mr. Otis, the usher, and his wife complimenting my smile each week.
I miss serving with Mrs. Dee in Pre-K and loving on all of the kids. I miss seeing my friends in the hallway and praying for each other right there if we needed to. I miss my old friends, my new friends, and the moms I don’t even know but speak to in the hallways.
The 4th and 5th grade team was always such a blessing and the kids were amazing to teach and encourage! I didn’t realize how much I’d miss them.
I miss my kids’ teachers and all they had to offer them spiritually. I loved picking up my kids each week from their classes, oohing and ahhhing over what they learned and made that week and having them download what they knew to me so u could follow up with them spiritually. I miss everyone walking out together kids, strollers, and stuff in tow knowing we were all in this together.
The girls and I would sit on a bench outside and wait on our silver van ride to pick us up and as we did we’d see more friends and be so glad we came to church.
That verse in Hebrews isn’t some stuffy command that God gives us saying “you’d better go to church or else.” Instead, this year I’ve found out it’s more like “you get to go to church, it’s my gift to you, be glad and rejoice because it’s one of the biggest blessings of life!”
I’m a church girl and never ever would have thought that there’s be a year when I could use just two hands of fingers to show you how many times I’d been in the building.
We’ve been attending the family service on Saturday nights so the kids can get a Sunday school feel. The look on their faces is priceless. It makes me so glad that church is their happy place, too.
I look forward to the day that our Sunday rhythm will be restored again and I pray everything will return to the old normal as far as our church goes. I hope to never take the privilege of a church family for granted ever again.