Tim and I sat behind a family in church awhile ago that had 7 children… 2 girls and 5 boys just like my family. The parents did their best to keep the children quiet while trying to listen to the talks that were given. I thought of my own parents who took us to church every Sunday. We would pick up Grandma Federer and drive the ten or so miles to town. We were always dressed in our Sunday best. The only time we missed Sunday services was when there was a blizzard!
I know Sunday mornings were a struggle to get us all dressed, fed, and out the door so we could make it to church on time. I also know we didn’t always sit quietly and listen. But I still remember Bible verses and songs from Sunday School.. “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” Seeing that family in church was a reminder of how very thankful I am for the foundation of faith that my parents gave me. (I know I've posted this before but it felt important to share it again).
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My family is not perfect, we have had our share of loss, divorce, poor health, and all the other ups and downs that come along in life. But I'm grateful for parents who sacrificed and did their best to give us a foundation of faith. I love my family.
