I was raised in the church. For some that means only going on your worship day, and raising hell all week. For me it meant I was in church at least 5 times a week, for any number of reasons. My Mom was an Evangelist and my stepdad was a Trustee, so at any given moment we would be at the church doing something. I went to Bible camps during the summer, even did coorespondence with the Billy Graham Crusade when I was just a kid. I say this to make a point: I gotta go to church on Sunday. It's been coded into my DNA. I absolutely hate being late for church.....so when I was late today, I had a snitfit and almost didn't go. I felt I was too mad and upset to go with a right spirit, so I almost stayed home. I'm glad Hubby talked me out of it, because once I got there...I remembered why I go...to give thanks for all that I have been blessed with. I go to get my "Spirit" recharged and prepared for the trials of the coming week. I go to ask forgiveness for the areas in which I screw up, and promise my Creator anew to do better. I also go to pray for my world, THE world...and the list goes on and on. A huge weight is lifted from me when I go and worship. Am I perfect? Noooooo, but I try to get better with each passing day, taking nothing and no one for granted. Is church for everyone?...nooo.....not everyone...but for me...I just want to talk with who I believe is my Creator, and be able to get His idea on what I should be doing with the time I got on this crazy Blue Ball.
