So I realized something a while back about Sundays. And here's where I get honest and admit a struggle I've had for quite some time. I have a hard time getting us up and out the door for church on Sunday.
I have 50 excuses and none of them are valid. As I go through them in my head, they are just reee-diculous!
But I discovered the real reason for the difficulty in getting to church. There is a battle going on. You know how I know? Because I fight the battle every Sunday morning.
Most Sundays we don't even start church until 10:45. There can be 15 different things that go wrong in the morning from complaining children to an outfit that just won't come together. We might be out of waffles or the cat just threw up under the bed. Whatever the case, there is always something trying to get in the way of us getting to church.
You know how else I know there is a battle going on? Because once I get to church (not on the drive, not even when I park because the struggle is still there, but once I am inside our church), I am so filled by worship and the Word that every excuse falls by the wayside.
At our church we worship for about 30-45 minutes straight. I'd say that about 50% of the time I end up with tears in my eyes because the Holy Spirit is weaving mightily throughout the building. And when our pastor opens his mouth to speak, life-changing truth comes out for another 45 minutes. And when I pick up my kids, the lessons they have learned are impressive. We need to be there!
On Sunday morning before church, there are about 5 other places I'd rather be, but when I walk into that building, there is no other place I'd rather be. So if that's not a battle taking place, I don't know what is.
If this isn't a struggle for you, praise the Lord. But I'm convinced the devil does not want me at our church. And every time I go, I feel as though I have punched him in the face! (I'm not a violent person, but that feels pretty good.)