Sunday thoughts

Here's some randomness that probably falls into the 'family journal' category, so not terribly interesting to the average reader.

Sundays are always a little tough for us because:
1)Brian works late on Saturday, so he's no help with getting out the door for church. I'm not bitter about his--it's just hard
2)Hannah is not a good sleeper. She got up at 5:30 today and my eyes are still burning from lack of sleep and extreme weekend fatigue
3)Both girls struggling with sacrament meeting and we usually cause a big nuisance. Today wasn't too bad, though, and I have to give Leah credit for not screaming or throwing something.
4) There's something very weary about thinking of what the coming week will bring.

But on the other hand, Sundays are a very good day and something I really enjoy, despite the not so fun aspects:
1)I've made some good friends in my new neighborhood and at church, so it's really nice to go and see some familiar, caring faces.
2)Leah loves her Primary class
3)I've been asked to conduct the music in Relief Society. I'm having fun with this-I have five minutes during the lesson time to teach something musical to the women. This month I'm teaching about how to conduct music. I'm getting some positive feedback, so I think it's going well.
4)We have a good ward (congregation) and the teachers and speakers are almost always prepared and inspiring.

I'm trying to make a point, but not very successfully, that Sundays can be tiring but definitely worth it. It's not a question of whether we should make the effort to go-of course we should! I need a few hours to think about God, hear beautiful music, and prepare myself for the week spiritually. When I don't go I feel a huge hole in my life. I want my kids to know that we believe in what we do and feel very strongly about going to church and living a good life.

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