So here’s me in bible study yesterday morning: Wah, wah, things are so hard. My husband always travels. We’re all healthy and well-off. I have to clean my house. Wah, I’m stressed out because I haven’t had time to pack for my kid-free trip to Santa Fe. Wah, I don’t know how to play the trumpet, my shoes are dirty, wah, my roots are showing, wah.
Yeah. I actually teared up—cried even. I’m sorry, but you’d cry too if you had blond highlights and brown roots. And, FYI, don’t try to hold in a cry; it only produces noises that no human should be physically able to make.
Talk about embarrassing.
Even more embarrassing is the fact that I had a convenient and delicious spagetti dinner delivered to my front door yesterday evening. Our church has this wonderful system in place where loving, giving members take time out of their busy schedules to cook for families in need. We? Are not so much in need, although I do admit to feeling overwhelmed by life here in the last few weeks.
But I didn’t sign up for this fantastic service–a sweet, sweet friend told the lady that was making her meal to bring it to my house instead. Never mind that this friend has a son going through treatment for leukemia. Never mind that she and her family have been down with the sickness for the past week or so, or that raising little kids and taking care of her home is probably just as trying for her as it is for me…she donated her donated dinner to us, because I was “on her heart”.
And that, my friends, is one reason why we need church.
Caleb once had a conversation with a man who said “Church is for the weak. I don’t need to go to church to worship God.” And I get that, I do. But you exercise, eat right, go to the doctor for check-ups and get shots for your physical well-being. What does a person do for their spiritual well-being?
I’m not known for my will power or my glowing inner serenity, and I’ve never been successful at remembering to worship and obey God the way I ought to on my own. I am weak. I’ll admit it. I’m not trying to be a hero. I need God. I need church. I need to be reminded of God’s love and his grace. I need the bible studies. I need direction.
I need my church family. We need each other; we need each other for support, for comfort, for accountability, for encouragement. We need that hour or two on Sundays or Wednesdays or Saturdays, for some long overdue uninterrupted God-time. How else would a weak person such as myself survive the rest of the week without downing a 12-pack of cheap beer by noon everyday? (Which I’m not sure counts as surviving.) Where am I going to get a pity meal as tasty as the spagetti, garlic bread, salad, and pineapple upside-down cake that we got last night? Where else, outside of my family—who lives 4 states and 15 miles away—would I find such a thoughtful and caring support system?
Well, speaking of my family, I need to get cleaning. My sister and her husband and my niece will be in town in just a little over 4 hours, and the dog hair doesn’t sweep itself. It might, however, magnetize together to form a giant talking dog—not a risk I’m willing to take.
We will leave tomorrow for New Mexico. I’ve wanted this trip since the beginning of time. I think my first words were, “Take me to Santa Fe!” True story, no lie. I just know New Mexico is going to be beautiful, and fun, and, with Caleb by my side to take it all in, it will be just about perfect.