I’ve been writing this blog regularly for more than three years now. And I have yet to write about religion or politics. The best way to ruin a dinner party? Talk about religion or politics. This also applies to blogs. However, I saw an image floating around online that really made an impression on me, so I thought I’d share it here:
I went to church regularly throughout my childhood, my husband is a Catholic schoolteacher, and I certainly believe in a higher power. But for the last few years I’ve been struggling to actually make it inside a church on a Sunday. With a young family and the demands of a busy life, carving out a couple of hours on a Sunday morning seems a bit too much to handle.
Sunday mornings are often spent cheering on my husband at his touch football games, going to the gym, or heading out for a family walk in the trails. They are spent doing things that nurture my spirit, but not within the traditional four walls of a church setting.
I’m a kind person. I raise my kids to be kind people. For now, our ‘church’ is our daily life; our friends, our family, our activities, our backyard. Our church is welcoming to all and nurturing to our hearts and minds. Our church has music and laughter and love; a whole lotta love.
And it makes me happy.