SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY

One of my friends once said that Satan uses Sunday mornings as a way to try to keep you from church. Since having a baby, I agree with this statement. At seven weeks old we began leaving Adelyn in the church nursery. We knew the longer we waited the harder it would be ( for me) to leave her. In hopes that if we start her early, she would adjust easier and come to love the nursery. Well since the beginning she has never been to keen on the idea of the nursery. As the months have gone on her occasional cries have become loud wails to be heard in the sanctuary. And as most mothers know, you can always recognize your babies cry. When you drop your child off in the nursery they give you a number. During the service if you are needed your number will appear in red on the two small boxes located on either side of the stage. Spencer and I have come to know the nursery workers quite well and frequently see our red number pop up. The poor nursery workers...they are so kind. I feel like I need to bake them cookies each week. I fear that they dread to see us coming. But each week they lovingly welcome Adelyn with a warm smile and open arms. Yesterday we saw our red number, not once but twice. The first time I went to get Adelyn. I took her to the cry room ( a room where you are able to watch the service while you feed or whatever else you need to pacify your child. I am very thankful for this cry room as I have spent some time in there) to feed her. Once finished I decided to try the nursery again. Here goes round two!! Honestly, I just wanted to stay in the cry room and hold the little one but I know it will never get any better if we don't keep taking her back. So I dropped her off and anxiously returned to the service with Spencer. Fifteen minutes later a loud wail comes from the hallway and you guessed it, our number popped up again. Sigh. This time Spencer went to the rescue. At this point, the service was almost over so they just walked around outside until she went to sleep. Each Sunday I nervously awake knowing we have to face the nursery yet again. There are so many times when it would easier to stay home (especially when Spencer is on call) but we know we must keep persevering, for Satan cannot win. We love our new church and have began to establish some special relationships with the members. God just continues to reveal himself and show us this is where we are supposed to be. Spencer and I are continually reminded that God is faithful, through the wails we here in the church hallway to the smile we receive from Adelyn when we pick her up from the nursery. This parenting thing is not always easy, but we would not change a thing......well maybe a few less wails on Sundays :)