Sunday,... the Sabbath

Amazingly and shockingly, I went to church yesterday. For some of you this is a shock simply because you didn’t know that I hadn’t been going. For others it is a shock because I have not been going. ;) Got it? Last year church started at 9am. When you don’t go to bed until 6am from the day before, 9am is a little too early. On the days it was my turn to teach the lesson, I would stumble in just to teach class, go home and crash. Well, church is at 11am this year….I had full intentions of going, my body said no. Rude how it wins arguments all the time! Needless to say, I was released from my Sunday School teaching job and put in as the Visiting Teaching Supervisor. Yay for no more zombie teaching Sunday’s . So if none of this has made any sense or if you are new to reading my blog I should explain. For the past year I have not been able to sleep. No I’m not a typical insomniac, my body and my brain have been arguing for a long time. I’ve been to Dr’s, reflexologists, done all the book “self help” things. Sleeping pills are like Nyquil for me, I am a walking zombie with my body crying for sleep and my eyes wide open. Yeah, no fun. Therefore, yesterday, I went to church for the first time in oh maybe 9 or 10 months? No, I am not proud of that and no I am not gloating…..I’m saying YAY ME I went to church!

I’ve always known who it was that missed me while I was gone and it was nice to see them again. Interesting part about it is that they are ALL older than me, some could even be my mother. I think I have a few friends in the younger than me set but it’s hard to tell. They seem to stick together in the nearly dead or young married/newly wed set. There are 1 or 2 though that are my age =0 shocking I know that were glad to see me. Now, why did I go? Anthony got ordained a priest. My in-laws were here from Oregon and came up from Eagle Mountain. I would have gone even if they had not been there. I’ve actually tried to go the past 3 weeks but the first week I ended up with a lung infection, the 2nd week Olivia was sick and last week, everyone was sick – including me. I love the gospel but I am not one of the contributors to “we have to go to church no matter what”. If my kids are sick – they stay home. If my hubby is sick he dopes himself up and than the Bishop sends him home, via the fact he’s the Executive Secretary to the Bishop and the Bishop is a germaphobic. Hmm, I believe I started typing this just to say how nice it was to be missed. I was in fear of the dreaded, “look who’s here!” but it didn’t happen. The people who greeted me knew I’d been having health issues and asked first how I was doing, than shook my hand or gave me a hug and said they were glad I was back. Being welcome is always a good thing, especially when it doesn’t go too far.