I look at the clock and sigh as I see the time. I must admit that I knew that we most likely wouldn't make it to church this week, we were all exhausted after a full saturday, and the kids were crabby. But this would be week 5 in what seemed to be becoming a routine of church missing...
My soul sighed... Something definitely feels like it is missing in this life that is so full! Next week I tell myself. Next week for sure... But I don't fully believe it. It is so easy to give up and miss out on Church, just this week, just this morning. Is it really worth it though?