It's sooo hard to find a church that everyone in my family enjoys.
I even think its very important for little A to have enjoyed herself.
The first church we were going to once hubby got back,
Little A would cry the entire time in her class.
I'm not talking about fake crying, it was like the hysterical, I can not breathe cry.
And we also tried a church on post, I really thought we were going to enjoy it- umm negative.
Your child HAD to be registered in CYS to go to childcare, so Big A could go, because technically he was in bible class but Little A could not.
We kept her in service with us, which is fine with me but people all around us kept giving us dirty looks and she was being such a good girl.
We gave her a snack and she was great.
When your church or your congregation doesn't accept children, It turns people away..
I mean seriously.
So now the one we are going to is a little bigger than I would like.
The first service was okay. I enjoyed the music and Big A had a great time in class, and Little A didn't have an emotional breakdown.
The second time we went, we were listening to praise and worship and I told my hubby, I don't feel like this is the church for us.
He said we would decide after the sermon, which of course made sense.
Now, I'm not much of a cryer. It takes a lot for me to show my emotions like that, but during the preacher's sermon I just felt so moved. He was talking about us all having chains, we are dealing with things we don't like, we need to break free of these chains holding us back.
And I just cried, and cried more.
My hubby was hugging on me and I was literally ugly crying,
You know the kind.
Snot, hard to breathe, makeup all over my face.
Crying and crying, I can't tell you exactly what I was feeling besides this was me.
he was talking to me.
He called everyone up to the alter and I went.
He laid hands on everyone and I kept on crying..
the very old man next to me handed me some Kleenex.
So needless to say, I was moved, I felt so much better after that service than I have felt in such a long time. I didn't even know I was hurting in that way, until church.