It’s just been one of those
weeks fortnights, you know.
Bad news, scary news, heartbreaking events, discouraging results, no progress, too much to do, tough situations, discouraging conversations, worried/weepy nights, stressful/sweaty days, not enough sleep, sleeping too much, too cold, too hot, not fast enough …
Not thankful enough.
In the middle of a rough couple of weeks, I needed Wednesday night. I needed an hour to sit still with my family and listen to the Word. I needed another hour to listen to my family and talk to them. I needed that time to remember why I was praying for them, and why I can trust they are praying for me. I needed that time to meet the visitors that found our family that night. I needed to hear that our family isn’t the only family out their. I needed to remember that bad
weeks fortnights don’t last forever.
As I left church Wednesday Night, I was celebrating. I felt so thankful for my church family and the way they share with one another. I felt thankful for the visitors we had that night and for their encouraging words.
As I left, I was celebrating, because God made the Church.