Here it was Easter, and I hadn’t been to church since Christmas.
My family goes to church just about every Sunday, but I have gotten out of the habit of going with them. And to be perfectly honest – I was ok with that. Because here’s my dirty little secret – I really, really enjoy that hour and a half alone in my house. Once a week “me” time. Coffee, Pinterest, and CBS Sunday Morning – it’s a winning combination.
However, last week when I did actually make my bi-annual appearance, something had changed.
Kate had changed.
Somehow, while I’ve been lounging around, she’s gone from a little girl who used church time to catch up on her coloring projects to a girl who gets it. I watched in amazement as she followed along with the readings, paid close attention to the sermon, sang hymns with a strong voice, and prayed.
I was so enthralled with watching her that I couldn’t tell you one word of Sunday’s church service. But I’m sure Kate could.
I was so, so proud of her.
She’s grown so much, and I’ve missed it. I haven’t been a part of it, and I’ve been sending her a message that it doesn’t matter to me. But her faith and her spiritual development do matter to me – a lot. And, frankly, it’s time to sweep the cobwebs out of the corners of my own.