As we are going along, I start trying to get to the bottom of why he did not want to go to church this morning. I start by explaining why we go. One of the things I brought up, is we are able to learn ways we can help others. "I love helping poor people," Rance says. "I think when you see a poor person, you should pretend they are rich. That way, you will treat them good." "I know if Jesus was walking, say in like Africa, and he saw someone just sitting on the side of the road, homeless, He would give them everything He had in his pockets." Hmmmm...so you are learning something. "I like to help people cause' it makes me feel good on the inside." Hmmmm....so you are feeling things. "I like to go to church, it's just that sometimes, I don't." Of course, you are a child and you need guidance. But yelling and threatening and pushing you out the door is not "guidance." I think I need to start treating Sunday's like holidays. We should work hard at making it a day the kids look forward to. What do kids want more than anything else? Time. Time with people they love. One on one time. Play time. Time to play with friends and family. That happens to be exactly what we do on holidays. We look forward to them mostly because they are centered around fellowship. What is a Thanksgiving meal when you are eating it alone? Not near as tasty. Of course kids look forward to gifts, but honestly, Christmas is made memorable by who we spend it with. Holiday's don't have to be expensive. You don't have to spend lots of money to create a great meal. You can simply throw on some spaghetti and meatballs and you know the kids are pleased anyway.
We have spent so many Sundays being lazy, catching up, getting ready for the week, stocking the cabinets. I think, we need to get back to making them special. Holy. About worship. About Him.
Rance and I sat on a bridge and talked. We threw rocks at the icy lake. We ventured out onto the ice, which my husband informed me we should not have done. I figured if it could hold the cows, it could hold me. It should have occurred to me who I was talking to before we gave all the details. Haha. I worked very hard at not rushing my little guy. I even stopped with him to let his stuffed bear pee. (Rance has quite the imagination.) What I got~refreshed. A refreshed me and a refreshed kid.