Early Services

On Sunday morning, I'm going to a different church every week. I go to the early service, even though they are routinely less well attended than later services, because it interferes less with my family life. This is one of the compromises I make as the mother of a young child on the campaign trail. My husband and son did go to one early service with me, but since it lasted twice as long as the services at our own church, they have declined to attend another. So I'm going alone, and find it a time not just to go to new places and meet new people, but a time to worship in peace without trying to make James sit still. Funny how blessings find us where we least expect them. What I thought would be difficult has turned out to be a joy.