Sunday mornings are a huge adventure. Getting 9 people awake, clean, fed, and dressed all at the same time is no small feat. By the grace of God we manage to accomplish it every week. This morning we pulled up to Providence Baptist Church at 9:30. Ahhh...on time to boot.
After LIFE classes at 9:30, we all attend the 11:00 worship service except for Fig. He stays in the children's ministry until we head home. We almost fill an entire row in the worship center and usually sit in this order: starting from the aisle seat... Bucket, John, Karen, Molly, Scooter, Rosebud, Triple H, and Banana. It's a good plan. The "little ones" are seated next to an adult, John and I get to sit next to each other (big smile), and the rest are big, little, big, little.
It's a good plan if we stick with it. This morning we were completely out of order. John, Karen, Mojo, Tripe H, Rosebud, Bucket, Banana, and Scooter. "What's the big deal?" you may be asking yourself.
Well....
Bucket, in a rather loud voice, says from his seat at the other end of the lineup..."I have to go to the bathroom REALLY bad, is it almost over? (Don't forget 7 year old boys usually accompany this comment with a visual aid...hand firmly clamping the appropriate area... and a few hops and bounces for dramatic effect).
Banana and Mojo leave the worship center during special music to go to the bathroom. (If only they had invited Bucket...sigh!)
Mojo created a masterpiece on the worship bulletin and in the process got black ink on her hand-smocked dress.
My favorite: When the Lord's Supper was served everyone took a cup of juice from the tray except Mojo. She is not quite ready to receive the elements. She watched Triple H carefully, probably wishing she could participate in the "snack". As I was solemnly watching the deacons finish up the distribution, I heard Mojo ask Triple H, "Can I just smell it?" The entire row behind us erupted in giggles. It really was the cutest thing to watch her shoulders rise as she sniffed Triple H's grape juice. If she couldn't receive it, at least she could smell it.
Next week, we will be in our assigned seats.
C'mon and join us. John passes out Sweet Tarts. You can have one if you stay in your seat.
Two months later….
8 years ago
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2 comments:
Your post really made me smile.
Man.. I think we're really missing out by going to the 8:00 service and not the 11:00! That is TOO cute about Molly wanting to smell the juice... I can relate... I remember when I was little and was always so hungry during church, especially at the end during the Lord's Supper!
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