Yesterday I went to church without my husband, who is on
sabbatical. And there was a little
bit of fear in my heart. I’m
alone, what if someone asks about him? The circumstances around his sabbatical are raw.
I thought about dropping the kids at kids church and hiding
in his office, playing Words With Friends,, but I didn’t. I’m a good Christian.
I’m a good pastor’s wife. So I went into the church and sat down next to my
cousin and her family. My other
best friends soon sat next to me on the other side. I had friends in front of me, that I texted during the
service in the same way I would usually whisper to Kumar. And behind me was another set of
cousins (How many cousins do I have. I’m Indian, we’re all cousins). I felt like I had an army of angels
around me, surrounding me with strength, giving me a big hug. The sermon ended up being one that I
appreciated. I felt God speaking to me, like he often does, even when I don’t
know or don’t want to listen. He’s
got my back.
I know who stands before me, I know who stands behind, the God of angel armies is always by my side.
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