My Sunday Morning

This morning I managed to get up and ready for church. I haven't been able to physically go to church in over a year, I wasn't even able to make the Easter service. It took some spoons and was kinda difficult, but I knew it'd be worth it - I'd be able to see my friends, thank people for praying for me, hug Joaquin, meet Samuel and love on all the rest of my kiddos!
But I forgot an important detail to all of this - the service time at the church had changed. I was ready to go and thought I might be a little bit late, but in reality the sermon was over half way over and I'd used too many spoons getting ready.
I was so close to being able to go, but it was too far for my body to handle.

I refused to let my Sunday be ruined and determined to hear a sermon or something like it, so mom and I watched last weeks Flatirons sermon and the message hit me to the
core.
God's an expert at using bad things, upsetting things, to show Himself and draw us closer to Him. Sometimes you just need to put the hurt aside and let Him do what He does best; love you.

This isn't how I planned to spend my Sunday morning, but it is the way God used to reach me and touch my heart.