It takes longer than I'd thought for all the meds to kick in. Today is the first day in a week that my head hasn't ached. I took Grace and AJ and Kellyn to breakfast at a new place in town called TooJay's. It was a delicious, reasonably priced meal. I had French toast which was made with fresh challah bread. YUM! A server resembled my brother, and every time he walked by, AJ pointed at him and engaged the server in conversation. It was quite cute.
Grace has a cold now. Her nose is runny and she has a post-nasal cough thing going on. She was miserable until I gave her a dose of Motrin. Now she says she's much better. I hope it doesn't turn into an infection on her.
I think we're going to my parents' condo at New Smyrna Beach next week. My mom plans to stay for the whole week, which means I'm going to have to back out of the Bible study I had planned to go to at church. It's just as well. . .
I always thought if we moved back to Orlando, we'd attend my home church. But I don't feel connected anymore, and frankly, it seems like the church has grown very impersonal now. I don't really enjoy the traditional service the way I used to. And it's not as Bible-based as I would prefer. It's odd to come to this realization. I go to church to worship God, not be entertained by a choir and a gifted speaker. And I enjoy hearing the sermons, but then my parents pick it apart if it's not a sermon by the head pastor, who has a gift for eloquence, charisma and public speaking. It shouldn't be a SHOW, though. It's supposed to draw us to the heart of God, and I don't sense that anymore at St. Luke's. Yet at the same time--that's why I attend services when I'm in town.
I go to church to worship God, and it's not about me. So I go. And then I have to hunt down my family, who slipped out at 12:00 because they don't stay in church past noon, and I didn't know that, and was sitting in the back so I didn't have to climb over my family after dropping Grace off in childcare (don't get me started on THAT fiasco) and so I don't disturb everyone around with my horrible cough. I think it's the height of rudeness to leave a worship service early. And it's completely disrespectful. So this Sunday, I think I'm going to stay home in the morning and take my children to the evening contemporary service. Perhaps that will work more smoothly.
It's kind of nice to know that my church home really truly is at Alpine Church, in Utah. It's the best part about Utah, IMO. The members there have become family to Terry and I. The staff have gone out of their way to welcome us and befriend us. The people in our home group have become authentic friends--people I can talk to beyond "How are you?" and "Fine." They pray for and with us, they care about us, and we care about them. We look to the Bible for guidance, not the latest pop-culture speaker. Our pastor and his wife even watched our little dog, Angel, while I was in FL and Terry had to travel with work. They've been beyond friends to us, and we're so grateful to have all of these people in our lives.
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