The Sunday Wiggles

In retrospect, we shouldn’t have been running late to the evening service. And we probably shouldn’t have squeezed a family of five onto an already tight pew near the back of the church.

But the early summer day had been pure magic—mild, sunny, and a glorious playground for the afternoon. The girls had expressed reluctance to end their time of play and to prepare for the late worship hour. But mom and dad had insisted, and here we were.

Mid-way through the sermon, I’d had enough. With an official mom-look, I dared them to fidget in their seats—again. More than once, I placed a hand on a shoulder or touched my foot to theirs. Lord, if they would just be still and quiet.

A few minutes later, one daughter did get still and quiet—and nodded off, hitting her head on the back of the pew loud enough to make me give a little squeal. Answered prayer? Not sure.

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Blessings and joy,

Leigh Ann 🙂