Well, we've been enjoying a "break" from teaching Sunday School at church since our beloved seniors moved up to the college class for the summer. So, we went back to our "old" class - which really isn't the same, but good, none the less! In that class, they are studying a book called "Family Worship." It's been really great and convicting. We decided to formalize family worship in our house... now keep in mind that almost every night, we read a Bible story, pray and sing a couple of songs. But sometimes it's rushed, sometimes we skip one or all parts of it...BUT, we really are making a concerted effort now. And thank you to my sweet husband for taking the lead! So, we started it on Sunday night. We decided to try to get jammies on and brush teeth, etc at about 7:30 so we could do family worship at about 7:45. We started with scripture memorization (the first part of John 3:16) and let the boys make up hand motions. We read a story and then prayed. The boys got to choose who to pray for... that was precious. Night one - total success. Night two - pretty darn good too. The boys are really enjoying this!... Fast forward to night three. Holy moly, you'd have thought the world was ending. I was tired. They were tired. Billy was tired... bad combo, I realize. So we started. Jonathan refused to do the verse, turning his back. I was fine with that... then he started playing with toys, which I had to redirect him. He didn't listen. Then we insisted that he turn around and sit "Criss/cross" - that he didn't have to participate, but he at least had to listen. Then the screaming meemy of all tantrums started and he went to time out. When he came back, he wanted to sit by his brother, who sweetly said, "I don't want to sit by you whiny baby." (only you and I both know it wasn't sweetly said!). Which started more screaming and resulted in time outs for both boys. By that point, I, in all my wisdom, started shouting "just go to bed... now you guys are ruining family worship!" Billy was upset with me, I was upset with him, both boys were upset with each of us and each other, we were upset with the whole deal... So..... we ended family worship and finally everyone got relatively calmed down and Billy just said a prayer of forgiveness for all of us. Gee whiz... how did something so great so go bad? I was terribly upset over this whole thing and being 6 months preggo certainly doesn't help matters, so what did I do? I went downstairs and pouted like a baby. And cried and cried and cried. And cleaned the kitchen. That seemed to help, until the contractions started. Then I started to panick..... Then, finally.... I prayed. I cried out to God and he reminded me that Satan will try to attack us when we least expect it. Y'all - our little home was under spiritual warfare that night. There's no doubt about it. And.I.Don't.Like.It. Not one little bit!!!!!
We recovered. I apologized to the kids and to Billy. He apologized to the kids and to me. All is well! I'm so thankful that God's mercies are new every morning. Now, I have to admit, last night when it was time for family worship, I was a little gun shy, but we did it and it went fine. Thank you Jesus!