I attempted to be mentally prepared for the worst and I hoped for the best. It may sound dramatic and perhaps it is but Sunday mornings can be nuts. If i was going to be physically prepared to bring an 2, 4, 6, 8 year old to church this morning I would have had to pack all of our luggage. It does not matter what we have they can imagine what life would be like if we would have more fruit snacks, a different motorcycle, different colors or better stickers. If I was going to pack everything it would look like I was expecting a zombie apocalypse.
It is actually impossible to be completely prepared for church in the spring. The hubby is busy working and it’s me and the kiddos. Usually by the end of church I am exhausted. Today as I sat there I was almost laughing to myself (in between everything else that goes on in a church pew) about me thinking I can bring all of these kids on my own. It seems like an impossible task.
Days like to day and days when I know I could not do this on my own I have a better understanding of verses like Isaiah 40:11
“He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those whose that are with young.”
My hope does not have to be in myself, or how well I am prepared, or how long or short the busy season of spring will be.