Sundays are by far my favorite day of the week. For starters I absolutely love going to church. I have never looked forward to church as much as I have over the past year. I have the most amazing church family in the world and FINALLY, I have truly learned to worship. Church is always followed by going out to lunch, which means I don't have to cook or clean up, and the Chambliss family Sunday routine includes a long nap - for all three of us- after lunch. What could be better? Sundays during football season, that's what. Even though my poor Jags were- well, poor- last year, I still love them. No matter how bad the season is going I have to watch. They're my home town team! The good news is that when football season is over we have NASCAR to entertain us/put us to sleep on Sunday afternoons. It's perfect!
Today the son of our dear friends Thad and Darlene was baptized. His name is Cole, he's eight years old, and he's the baby of the family. Because Michael and I work with the kids in our church we have grown extremely fond of Cole and have so enjoyed watching him grow from a three year old into an eight year old who truly loves the Lord with all his heart. After church this morning their family invited ours to go to lunch to celebrate Cole's baptism. On our way home I told Michael it must be a really nice feeling to know that all of your children have accepted Christ. To be the parents of three children who have made a conscious decision to follow Jesus has to be the most rewarding thing ever. We're a long way from that, obviously, since we only have one child, but I know that the time passes so quickly. Before we know it Lucy will be old enough to understand what it means to ask Jesus into her heart, and my daily prayer is that she will choose to accept Him and never look back. I realize how important it is that we start with the little things, like praying before a meal, which Lucy always does. Recently Lucy and I have started saying prayers at night and it's become one of the highlights of my day. It's simple right now. I tell her to say, "Dear Jesus, thank you for food. Thank you for my home. Thank you for my Daddy. Thank you for my Mommy. Please keep us safe. I love you Jesus. Amen." And she does it, in her adorable little voice. It melts my heart even though I'm telling her what to say. She may not understand it now, but one day she will, and I want to know that I planted the seed as early as I could.
As Craig Morgan says,
New believers gettin' baptized,
Mama's hands raised up high
I'm in a hallelujah good time,
A smile on everybody's face,
That's what I love about Sunday.
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