Chasing Perfect: My Church Hopping Testimony
A Guest post at Kelli Lafram’s QuietlyReminded.com, a part of the #WhyBotherWithChurch Series~
I nervously sat down in one of the rear rows with my husband and children. The atmosphere was nice, people were friendly. The music and harmonious voices flowed up throughout the sanctuary and all I could think about was, “Are my kids behaving?”
Trying to calm them down to no avail, I took their little hands and whisked them down the hallway while the worship went on without me. Inside, my chest burned. Jealousy of the kid-less couples swam in my head and I hadn’t a clue how opposite of Christ my attitude had morphed into. It was a slow fade I suppose.
All I could think was, “Get me out of here. I don’t fit in. Why bother?”
As I came out of the nursery I glanced across the room and saw a couple of ladies whispering. Despite the fact it probably had nothing to do with me, all the memories from being picked on in school came rushing back up into my frontal lobe. Church was over but at least I got to organize the DVD’s in the little room while the kids played.
Played. Humph. That isn’t even why we came.