This week’s sentence is ”In church I learned to…”
This was a tough one… I am a practicing Catholic go to church almost every Sunday…though the last few Sundays I have not gone because I wasn’t feeling well. Little AC and an overly sweating mom is not a good combination.
Do I talk about going to church when I was younger and not really understanding and seeing it as a chore. Do I talk about my independent stage when I stopped going and wasn’t sure of my faith. Then I decided to focus on going to church as a mom.
In Church I learned to see God through my son’s eyes. I learned to praise Dino for enjoying putting the envelopes in the baskets, I learned to appreciate it when he hears the priest say God and he starts his own prayer, I take pleasure in him watching with fascination as the priests, alter boy/girls, and communion bearers walk into church. I learned that being the best-dressed, quietest, having more money to give, or having the biggest family doesn’t change the way God sees you. He loves you for you and wants you to honor him with your heart and soul. He knows who truly has faith outside of church and who is just pretending.
He loves to shakes the priests hands and move to the music, to him having faith is not a chore but a wonderful feeling of joy and pride. Dino loves singing “God is bigger than the boogie man. He’s bigger than you and me.” from the Veggie Tales. God IS bigger than us all and is always there for us.
And next week’s sentence to finish: “The best and worst parts of blogging are…”