Yesterday while trying to balance all my hats I gave in to hurry. Somewhere between trying to be an artist, a mom, a wife, a chauffeur, a chef, and a housekeeper, and a teacher I caved to the frenzied craziness of it all.
By the time I sat down at church I felt like a black hole. Here I was receiving all this grace, but in absolutely no mood to reflect it on anybody. After a brief crazy notion to go lie down in an empty Sunday School room, I closed my eyes and prayed, “God slow me down.”
Then before we prayed people began to let their gratitude spill from their lips. I sat and listened to the stories of His goodness…my sweet church family: they hadn’t missed the moments.