Do you have a day of the week that stresses you out more than most? It can fluctuate, since most of our schedules do that these days. For a while now that has been Sundays for me. Stephen leaves before the girls and I, and for a huge chunk of our lives we only had 1 car, so me getting there was always changing and adding car-time. That lead to less getting-ready time and with 2 toddlers and a closet that morphs my clothes to fit weird only on Sunday mornings, it was far from my ideal start to a day. Thankfully I’ve found the 2 pair of pants that consistently semi-fit and just slowly swap out shirts. Can’t help but be thankful for a church full of people that enjoy wearing jeans as much as I do ;)
Moving closer to the church last Spring definitely helped with saving us time, as well as getting a 2nd vehicle back when Stephen worked with Bayer. He used to be the associate pastor and youth leader, then that changed andÂ Stephen became the worship leader. He leads us in praise on some Wednesdays, and then both services on Sunday.
He has been asking me to help with music on Sunday evenings for a few months. Months upon months, really. The girls usually go to bed at 7pm, so going to the 6pm service seemed like far more work than my brain could handle, especially since Sunday mornings are a bit nutty around our house. Well,Â I finally caved andÂ started helping him a few months ago, and, surprisingly, I really like it. It isn’t consistent, but it’s been a really special time to me. Getting to practice and worship our Savior together, it’s such an amazing and new way to love our God together.Â And thankfully, after a few trials, we have figured out a little bit of a groove.
I love singing with Stephen. For the past 8 or 9 years it’s always been behind closed doors, in a vehicle, or me harmonizing softly while he plays a guitar. Into a microphone was 100% away from my comfort zone. I decided I’d try it out one Sunday evening (most because attendance is much lower) and quickly discovered that worshiping with him in front of our church family, a lot of very dear friends and fellow believers, wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it’d be. Still not my scene, per say, but it’s worth the mild discomfort if it means getting to praise the Lord along side him.
The girls had to adjust also. Sarah sits or stands in the pew pretty easy, either with a friend or by herself. Elanor took a few weeks to get used to it. The first 2 times she came on the stage and sat in my lap, which I loved. It probably didn’t help that she took a 5:30pm nap just before church, and woke up in a pew instead of her car seat where she fell asleep. Now she sits with Sarah and waits for me to join them after we’re done. It’s usually just a 4 song set, so it doesn’t take long.
I have a few photos that sweet friends from church snapped and sent to me. I’m so thankful for our church family. The Lord knew over 5 years ago that I would sit on a stage and sing with my husband with our little girl in my lap, and I couldn’t imagine a better life.
Psalm 147 –
Praise theÂ Lord!Â ForÂ it is good to sing praises to our God;Â forÂ it is pleasant,Â andÂ a song of praise is fitting.
TheÂ LordÂ builds up Jerusalem;Â heÂ gathers the outcasts of Israel.
He healsÂ the brokenheartedÂ andÂ binds up their wounds.
HeÂ determines the number of the stars;Â heÂ gives to all of them their names.
Great is our Lord, andÂ abundant in power;Â his understanding is beyond measure.
TheÂ LordÂ lifts up the humble;Â he casts the wicked to the ground.
Sing to theÂ LordÂ with thanksgiving;Â make melody to our God onÂ the lyre!
He covers the heavens with clouds;Â he preparesÂ rain for the earth;Â he makesÂ grass grow on the hills.
HeÂ gives to the beasts their food,Â and toÂ the young ravens that cry.
His delight is not inÂ the strength of the horse,Â nor his pleasure in the legs of a man,
but theÂ LordÂ takes pleasure in those who fear him,Â in those whoÂ hope in his steadfast love.
Praise theÂ Lord, O Jerusalem!Â Praise your God, O Zion!