I don't like going to Church.
Every Sunday morning, afternoon, Saturday evening, Monday evening, Wednesday evening, or whenever else church meets, I wake up and I groan in misery at the thought of going to church. Bleh, church!
But (most) every time, I drag myself out of bed anyway and get in my car, thinking of a million different good excuses to email whoever I need to email to get out of it. This morning as I was putting on my make-up I thought "well, yesterday I was very sick. In bed till 3! I felt a bit better today but I didn't want to spread anything..."
But I found myself in the parking lot anyway. And each time I drag my rather reluctant feet from the car and walk into the building.
And (most) every time, without fail, I become overjoyed to join the Church! Surrounding myself with Christians, sharing my ministry and hearing about other's ministries, serving others in whatever capacity I can, letting others serve me in my ministry, worshiping with fellow Christians that I had never before met.
I love being at Church!
It's the getting to church thats the hard part....
