Aunt Lez and I were hoping that the missing of church will grow a longing in your heart.3 Sundays away from home and we miss you something Awful! God's worship misses you more!
I can really identify with the thought of not wanting to make such a big deal about church, when others aren't making such a big deal. Our season of not going to church was the few weeks after we were married. We just couldn't wake up on time. We made a date with Uncle T to meet him at church and woke up when he called us saying where are you? Sorry, friend, but thank you for prodding us to the importance of not idolizing eachother or our marriage above God's worship. We grew to love the presence of God, even more than our gift of eachother. Every time we prayed your father would beg God to be present in our worship time on Sunday. We had a joke about it. Uncle T would say, I don't care what day of the week it is, Ben is Praying for God to own our worship on Sunday. That was only a little joking. WE really were looking forward to what God was going to do in our souls, on His Day!
The late teens early twenties is a time of spiritual battle and struggle. You can go through it with your hand in God's hand or you can let God pick up the pieces of your life when you come to yourself. Either way, He will be glorified. I felt like at that age, I had no spiritual storage of grace. If I didn't make it to prayer meeting in the middle of the week I would shock myself at the stumbling of soul that would happen. Now it takes a couple of days more of missing the fellowship to shock myself at my drifting away from the great and gracious God or all mercy and grace. Why, o why would I drift from Him? Why, o why would I forget that He meets me and has come down from the Heavenly glories to condescend to my low estate? I don't know why I forget. I just know that He meets us wherever we are when we remember.
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