Monday, December 21, 2020

Sunday Before Christmas

The Sunday before Christmas is always one of my favorite days of the year. I love to go to church, sing carols, and hear the story of the birth of Jesus. It's something that I have done my whole life but it never fails to give me goosebumps. When you stop to think about it all, and how the King of Kings was born in a dirty barn amongst dirty's just such a beautiful story. 

We are continuing to go to a different church right now and my boys are feeling very comfortable with it now. Campbell cried when we first put him in his class and it broke my heart for him and gave me so much anxiety. But yesterday as we were loading up in the car he said "I can't wait to go to church class!" and it made my heart so happy. Bennett goes to school there so he is perfectly comfortable and has some of the same teachers for church as he does for school so he's totally fine. Wells, well he cries and cries and has major separation anxiety from me now that he's been glued to my side since March. He used to NEVER cry at drop-off before Covid and now he is traumatized. It's hard on my heart but he is always smiling when I pick him up. Our church doesn't intend on having childcare any time soon so we'll just go here for now. We are keeping an open mind and heart as to where the Lord leads us once our church does have childcare. To be perfectly honest I have really been struggling with a lot of the decisions my church home is making but it has been home for us for over a decade so things are just complicated. It feels weird to be frustrated with your church. However, we are so, so thankful for the new to us church we have been visiting over the last month. Everything happens for a reason and we will just see where the Lord takes us. 

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices. 

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