That Stillness

Not only is this the time of year that I like to self-educate and dive into historical readings, it's also my absolute favorite time of year to attend church. We attend church as much as we can, which is not as much as we'd like, but I stopped feeling badly about it a long time ago.

This is a busy season in our lives, with two small children. And I have a suspicion it's going to get even busier before it gets quieter.

It's okay, though. I have also convinced myself that God does not have a tally sheet showing how many times we've attended. If we keep Him in our daily thoughts and do good deeds, that is most important. (Please don't be offended by this over-simplification of Christianity- I'm quite aware that it's so much more than when I've just described.)

So we attend when we can, and while the grass is turning brown and the rust-colored leaves are gathering in wind-swept piles, our cozy church is exactly where I want to be. It's a time of self-reflection, a refocusing on Home, Family and Faith. You can almost feel time stand still in that church, at 9am on a Sunday morning, and I think that's why I crave that moment.

I need to feel that stillness, in my heart. As frenzy involving the impending holidays speeds up by the day, I need that time in our church to hear that quiet. To hear Him, loud and clear, in the hymns, in the prayers, in the thought-provoking sermon.

I can't wait to go again.