Going to Church Alone
OK, I admit, I didn’t really go to church alone this morning. As I’ve said before, I’m rarely alone because we have 3 children. What I mean is we went to church without my husband.
While there are many things the girls and I do without my husband (since he works many of the hours others are off), church is the hardest place to go without him. It seems to go in phases. He’ll be able to attend for many weeks/months in a row and then miss a few weeks/months in a row because of work. Right now it seems to be more miss than hit.
I know chefs are not the only people who have to work on Sunday mornings. I have friends who are married to police officers, fire fighters, doctors, nurses, or any profession that requires traveling, all of whom have probably felt the same way as I do at some point or another.
I was at first reluctant to write this post as I don’t want people to judge my husband, or draw any sort of conclusions about him. However, if you met him and watched him as he interacted with our family, it wouldn’t take very long for you to see his love and dedication to both the Lord and to us.
So with that being said, here’s a glimpse into my evening last night and this morning. This post is about me, not him. It’s about my feelings and what I struggle with. Please don’t judge. 🙂
