Sundays. Today Gracie told me she wanted to pass the sacrament tray all by herself. She got a tight grip on the water tray as it came back from the end-of-the-benchers. I saw water cups erupting into the air like sacramental fireworks. I heard a scream of "I do it myself!!!!" ripping through the room's reverence. I saw my lap and Gideon's hair wet with blessed water. So I smiled. I talked gently. I moved my hands slowly. And a miracle happened. The tray was returned to sufficiently mature and ordained hands with no noise and only one spilled cup. I'd call that a Sabbath Day miracle.
I'll tell you what folks: I believe this church is true. I'd be hard pressed to take this circus on the road for any other reason.
2 comments:
So true!!! why would any of us take all of our rowdy kids, especially when no hubby is around or can't sit with us because of a church calling, to church and continuously tell them to sit down and be quiet and such if it wasn't true!!!
But you my friend are wonder women and do it always with a smile on your face!!!
SO FUNNY!!
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