Every week I look toward Sunday. Through all the events of every day
life I am able to remain focused knowing that Sunday is on the way.
I have some beautiful mornings in His presence, and I He is on my mind so much of the time that I feel so close to Him.
Plus Mid Week service is so refreshing to my soul.
But...there
is something about Sunday...maybe because it has been set aside just
for Him...that makes it my favorite day of any week.
Yet there
is a shadow that overcast each Sunday Morning, so that by the time I
reach the doors of the church my stress level has reached a high for
the entire week!
I don't think MY family is alone in this. I
look around on Sunday Mornings before service and see many faces
twisted in the same stress-induced mask that I wear.
I honestly
believe had my family been around 125 years ago it would
be the
same...I would be standing by the buckboard with my Bible waiting, then
silently praying all the way to church that the mules would pick up the
pace.
It doesn't matter how prepared I try to be, something
happens. And this morning while driving to church, pushing the *horses*
under my hood as fast as I legally could, and fighting the tears of
frustration welling up in my eyes, I conversed with my Friend.
"I have tried EVERYTHING I can think of, Lord!"
"Nay Nay," He said. "You haven't tried ME."
How true. But no longer.
I bring the BIG stuff to Him, but...well...
This
morning I had a revelation in the midst of my own catastrophe. It
doesn't have to be this way. Because even though I can't figure out the
solution, I can trust Him to help me to.
Sunday is my favorite
day of the week, and with His help, I'm booting the stress to the curb,
and I'm gonna hitch my wagon and ride on!!!
Sheri Boulet
I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, an aunt. I am a nurse, a boss, and a best friend.
I am striving for more, and I am called "according to HIS purpose."
I am most blessed...