Sunday Mornings Are My Favorite

I love Sunday morning worship. Yes, we have an amazing song service (yea Andrew!). And yes the sermons are always just what I need to hear (thank you, Karl!). But one of my FAVORITE things is looking around at all our beautiful young families. I start out counting how many babies we will have in our Cradle Roll Bible Class in just a little while. We are averaging 13-14 babies every Sunday now. Cradle Roll could be another entry by itself: I take photos each week to email to our moms. What an honor and blessing to work with our babies each week.

Another favorite part is when one of our young boys goes up to the stage/podium and reads a scripture just before the minister starts the sermon. Surely the young boys would be nervous, but they certainly don't seem to be. Perhaps it could be because of the prayers of his proud parents (and usually grandparents) - who are most likely reciting verbatim beneath their breath the scripture he is reading because they have all practiced every day all week for this very moment. Even his younger siblings are anxiously awaiting his return to their pew so they can give him a congratulatory hug.

So yes, Sunday mornings are my favorite. Hard to get up, but still my favorite. Get to go to church: sing songs of praise, hear an uplifting sermon, mingle with the family of God, and get quite a workout with at least a dozen infants.

The above picture is a photo of the young boys sitting in front of me Sunday morning. I could not resist pulling out my camera for this shot when one friend put his arm around the other.