Why do I go to church?! Getting up at 5:30-6:00 am on a Sunday morning to wrestle with kids and nappies while negotiating outfits with a 4-year-old, cleaning up spilled milk/cereal at breakfast, calming tantrums, preventing Picasso paintings on walls, throwing a roast together, maybe having 20 minutes tops to myself to get ready, recovering last-minute blow-outs, chasing down a 2-year-old to battle buckling him into the car all to arrive at church at 9:30 am is no Sunday picnic to be sure!
In fact, after hardly hearing an entire message of those speaking because I’m constantly quietly policing and entertaining my children for an hour, and then working with primary children for 2 additional hours brings me home physically shattered. And I do it every week--some Sundays solita {by myself--because Corey has early meetings or is visiting congregation members after church}.
In fact, after hardly hearing an entire message of those speaking because I’m constantly quietly policing and entertaining my children for an hour, and then working with primary children for 2 additional hours brings me home physically shattered. And I do it every week--some Sundays solita {by myself--because Corey has early meetings or is visiting congregation members after church}.
Am I crazy?! What’s the point?
I believe we {mankind} are spirits visiting earth and heaven is our real home. This journey of life is hard. It often feels unfair and we all are in need of a spiritual recharge. The minute I walk through the church doors I feel peace and true happiness. The music the children sing always lifts my soul. Every now and again a primary child will say something so profound, my spirit is instantly recharged--compensating for anything the world could try to do to motivate or make me happy. I make mistakes. I need change. I believe in change. Taking the sacrament and recommitting myself to change through my Saviour infinitely compensates for any picnic, day at the beach, time at a theme park, or evening at a ball game. How? Because it is in those sweet moments at church I feel my spirit reconnect with my Heavenly Home to fill my empty, temporal, and hopeless heart with strength, faith, and joy. The challenge in getting to church is forgotten. My focus about life is made clear. I find purpose. I certainly need church every week.
I believe we {mankind} are spirits visiting earth and heaven is our real home. This journey of life is hard. It often feels unfair and we all are in need of a spiritual recharge. The minute I walk through the church doors I feel peace and true happiness. The music the children sing always lifts my soul. Every now and again a primary child will say something so profound, my spirit is instantly recharged--compensating for anything the world could try to do to motivate or make me happy. I make mistakes. I need change. I believe in change. Taking the sacrament and recommitting myself to change through my Saviour infinitely compensates for any picnic, day at the beach, time at a theme park, or evening at a ball game. How? Because it is in those sweet moments at church I feel my spirit reconnect with my Heavenly Home to fill my empty, temporal, and hopeless heart with strength, faith, and joy. The challenge in getting to church is forgotten. My focus about life is made clear. I find purpose. I certainly need church every week.
That is why I go.
I’ve been invited to speak in Sacrament Meeting {church service} this coming Sunday. I’m no qualified person for the job--just an imperfect mom in the congregation trying to make sense of life through the Gospel of Jesus Christ. So, if you’re around I invite you to come hear lay members of the congregation {myself included} along with unpaid clergy share truths from their hearts at the
I’ve been invited to speak in Sacrament Meeting {church service} this coming Sunday. I’m no qualified person for the job--just an imperfect mom in the congregation trying to make sense of life through the Gospel of Jesus Christ. So, if you’re around I invite you to come hear lay members of the congregation {myself included} along with unpaid clergy share truths from their hearts at the
Ipswich Chapel {10 am, 42 Sidegate Lane West IPSWICH, IP4 3DB}.
5 comments:
This is wonderful. I am going to forward your posting to some friends who struggle with the same issues faced by young mothers and families. They will be uplifted, too, Alisa.
Beautifully written Alisa!
Thank you Susie! It is so good to hear from you! I just felt like we could all hear something to motivate and help us keep on keepin' on. :) Good memories from the Keen Ward! Lots love.
Alisa, I love this post. What an inspiration! Thanks for sharing :)
Thanks for posting. It was great to see you briefly in Boston!
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