Sunday mornings in the Haner home go something like this.
6am: Someone comes into mommy and daddy's room. This morning, it was Kya. We beg the child, whoever it is, to please be quiet and stay still. The begging never works.
6:15am: Mommy says to daddy, "Are we going to try to make it to the 8am service?" Daddy replies, "I would like to, and we might as well since we're up anyway." This conversation usually occurs without opening our eyes and over the head of the child sandwiched between us.
6:30am-7:45am: Bathe, feed, dress five family members and load everyone into the car. Someone almost always stays in their jammies (sometimes daddy!) We are thankful for our casual church. :)
8:00am-9:30am: Church. This morning it was Pastor Jim preaching and it was super encouraging. His message covered the Beatitudes and the fact that the world's "way to happiness" is never fulfilling, but the ways the Lord calls us to live--loving each other, giving to the poor, kindness and acceptance, peacemaking, etc., will bring "blessedness" ("happiness" in the Greek.)
The kids then ride the church train around the church grounds and we go home, thankful we got up and went to church.
I then spend the rest of the day fighting with myself about "resting." I converse with myself like this, "Oh, maybe I should go to Target." "No, it's Sunday, I should rest." "Oh, maybe I should do some sewing." "No, it's Sunday, I should rest." "Maybe I should get a jump start on Laundry Day." "No, it's Sunday, I should rest."
You get the picture.
Why is it so hard to just rest?
Does anyone else have this problem?
I really like Sundays though. It's my second favorite day of the week.