Most churches see an increase in attendance this time of the year thanks to New Year's resolutions and people pledging to attend church more in the next year. It's funny to me, then, that my church attendance this month has been less than stellar. Let's see, there was teaching the preschoolers on the first week, sitting in the lobby with Miss G the second week, attending my nephew's dedication and consequently spending more time in the lobby with Miss G last week, and staying home this week thanks to a promised ice storm and the desire to avoid slipping on any ice while carrying my daughter into church by myself since Dave had other church obligations.
I guess I was physically inside a church 3 out of the 4 weeks this month, but I wasn't able to sit and receive what God might have for me through worship or a sermon. I can feel it, too. It reminds me of a time in my life a few years ago when Dave and I were serving every single time the church doors were open and unable to attend any services. That was one of the darkest periods of my life. I don't want to return to that.
I hope that next month will bring more opportunities to be filled rather than to pour out. (Not that pouring out is bad; I just need to be refilled.) In the meantime, I'll be listening to those sermons I missed this month and asking God to fill me with His strength this week.
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