It's Sunday morning, which means spending the morning at church. When I have to play I go in early to practice with the team whatever music we have on board. But today my team is not on the docket. So I have some extra time to do what Sundays were meant to be, a day of rest.
Since I was about 19, with very few exceptions, church has been a part of my life. Why, you may ask, do I spend the one day where I actually have the time to do whatever I want and I end up spending a good chunk of it at church?
Because I have a grateful heart.
I'm forever aware of how God personally, gently and patiently picked me up, dusted me off and has never, never, NEVER let me go. He is always there, always encouraging me, always forgiving and always giving me new gifts of Grace and Mercy every morning.
Because I'm human and sometimes I'm amazing and really a great person and sometimes I'm not. I really blow it.
But His deep, intense, never-let-go-Love is there regardless of whether I'm amazing or a mess.
And I'm very grateful for that. Very.
He is my best friend, the one who understands me, the one who guides and gives me advice, the one who created me and knows my beginning and my end.
So, although I am in constant communication with Him throughout the day and night, on Sundays I want to personally go to His house and let Him know how very grateful I am for His incredible patience, love and grace for me. Of course, I don't have to go to church to do that, but it seems more respectful and focused. Plus I get to hang out with others of like mind.
That's why I spend Sunday mornings in church.
I have a grateful heart and I want to let Him know how much I appreciate Him.
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