Growing up my parents always made sure we went to church. It was a non-negotiable in our house, and it often drove me crazy. I was NOT a morning person growing up (I’m still not, but the requirement to be at work by 8am Monday -Friday has really helped force me to adjust), and I would miss out on fun things my friends were doing. Needless to say, my parents waking me up to be at church by 8:30 on a Sunday, one of the only days I got to sleep in, was not high on my list of things that made me happy. Then add that I missed out on sleepovers, beach days, etc. with my friends, which to a teenage girl is pure torture not to be involved in activities all your friends are doing.
Eventually, our parents actually changed our church schedule to Saturday nights for a few reasons, and I was so excited! It helped my whole sleeping in issue, and I got to have sleepovers and go to the movies, etc after church on Saturday night. As time passed though, even that wasn’t a good enough compromise. Once I had a car and my own freedom, my Saturday night plans really filled up quickly only to be reminded by my lovely mom that we had church.
Fast forward to college when I transferred to FSU. Church became something I attended very sporadically for a year or so. I guess after a while, a part of me realized I needed to be going so I started meeting my sister and her husband at church on Sundays.
Fast forward even further to the present. I have grown more in my faith in the last two and a half years then I have my entire life. My parents laid the foundation of my beliefs for me, but I never really grasped the importance of applying it to my daily life. I don’t know what exactly made it click for me, but I know exactly when it started.
Now I look forward to church on Sundays. Paul and I plan our day around attending church. I feel refreshed after we go and I started volunteering in Sunday School to get more involved. It’s the best place for me to go when I’m feeling overwhelmed or anxious. It is one of my favorite ways to spend time with my Husband, even though we aren’t talking with each other. Nothing makes me feel closer to God then a great worship and spending time in His Word.
My outlook on Sundays have forever changed, and I have my parents to thank for providing a strong Christian household for us to grow up in.
“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it” Proverbs 22:6