Getting Out the Door

Some mornings, especially on the weekend, it’s just hard to get up in the morning. After a hectic week, I am physically tired. Today is a particularly yucky cloudy and snowy day. It is enough to make me want to stay in bed and cuddle with my down duvet, and sleep a few more hours. Well this morning is one of those days when I yearned for a lazy Sunday – do nothing!

Nope, I have Sunday Service at 10:30 am, and it is my one day during the week to spend with my family and our Church congregation in worship and praise of God. Sometimes I must ask myself if this is Satan’s way of working on me to create a snowball of incidences that lead to a having a bad morning – of disobedience. Agitated and cranky to boot, I almost want to miss this weekly ritual. It is when I feel like this, that I know I need get myself out the door, and to worship.

All the signs pointed to staying home, so I made a greater effort to get out the door. First, not wanting to get out of bed, and then running around like a chicken without a head as I busy myself preparing a roast in the slow cooker for our evening meal, make breakfast for the kids, and general crankiness all the way to Church. I was in a piss off mood even up to the front door of the Church. I was bitchy and snarly.

It took me a while during sing-inspiration to finally put my angry heart aside, and silently pray to God. With the sound of music in the background, I ask for God to open my heart to worship and praise – to transform me. To trust Him without boundaries. I ask him to make my faith stronger, as I wrestled with the sinful nature within. In the presences of my Savior, I ask for forgiveness. I ask him to take me deeper into my faith, and to renew me.