After re-reading my post from yesterday I determined that I should be concerned about something. I went on and on about so many things. And then there was this one simple three-word sentence. "Today was church." And that's all I said about it.
Something tells me I should be sincerely concerned that I had nothing more to say about it. And I am pondering this fact this morning. In fact, it is weighing fairly heavily on me.
I could have gone back and added to it .. but I honestly had no more to say. I enjoy worshipping the Lord on Sunday mornings with my fellow believers. There is an energy attached to that. And I know that it pleases God and I want Him to feel loved and honored by His people. I really, really, really love our Sunday school class we have been attending with the Hunts. They are awesome leaders and Sister Cheryl is someone I admire immensely and hope to get to know better. I love seeing my children literally run to Sunday school with excitement and to hear about their morning when we pick them up! I love seeing 1/4 of the church service filled with youth! And I love to see my church friends, when we often get to busy too see each other anywhere else.
But, something is missing. Something is amiss. Something is not right. And I desperately want to know what that something is and, more importantly, if that something starts with me.