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I’m sitting here listening to the whir of a ceiling fan thinking back on Sunday, and wondering what tidbits would be good to share here.

I think I’ll start with cinnamon toast….

With the one hour time difference added to the time change – my children now think they should spring from their beds well before the sun breaks through….so we got up pre-dawn, put some tea on, and made breakfast.

While I’m not usually a big fan of fatty cooking – I bent the rules a bit and made real cinnamon toast. I did, however, use less butter than the recipe calls for – just to make myself (and my arteries) feel better. It was devoured in a matter of minutes. Anytime you combine things like cinnamon and nutmeg and butter and vanilla and then smear it across a loaf of something only to bake and broil it in an oven….it’s probably going to taste good. And it did.

So, with full bellies we ventured off to church.

And church was nice…just about as weird as I thought it would be…but we made it. There were no meltdowns. (There almost was…read on.) The kids had super nice teachers. The sermon pierced me and I’m still reeling over it. (Sermons should tear at us for a while, you know. They should hang around long enough to change us for good.) The people were kind and I only freaked over one thing:

When I looked up on stage and saw six large cups filled with juice – I reasoned that we were taking communion that day. Awesome. But then I also reasoned that there were only six cups….and I got this picture in my head of everyone in my section going up and drinking out of the same one. Oh mercy….this would cause me to have fits. (Hello, germs.) So I leaned over to my husband and said…..“There are only big cups of juice….um….that can’t mean that we are all…” and before I could even finish he said, “They are for dipping…..not drinking”.

Oh.

Whew! Meltdown and fit avoided.

Anyhow…

Worshiping with a different body of believers was a smidge awkward….it brought some sadness….it made me want to be at my old church – but all in all we grew as a result. And we will do it over again next Sunday.

Because fellowship and learning and congregating and corporate worship – they are all designed to be a part of the Christian life.

In Ohio and here. Help me with the change, Lord. I need it.

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  1. Kimberly

    Hi, sweet Kate. Indeed, I would have been unsure about drinking out of the same cup. I know the Lord can perform miracles and protect from sickness, BUT…still. Dipping sounds better to me, too. 😉

    Blessings to you as He continues to cause you to stretch and grow and as He continually reveals Himself to you and your eyes that are always looking for Him. 🙂

  2. Lisa

    I'm going to make traditional cinnamon toast for my girls this morning after reading this! But whoa, that is a crazy amount of butter in those pictures!!! I will also be cutting down on the butter!

    Where did you move to?! I love your thoughts on making it to church despite the unfamiliarity…you are right on. Blessings to you today!

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