I love the Church. People from all different kinds of backgrounds and upbringings coming together to worship God. Gatherings on Sundays were and are very important to my husband and I. But something not talked about until you are in it, is the sacrifice Sundays become when you have little ones.
I'm seeing each week into this motherhood adventure that every day is different and each Sunday is a new decision. So I haven't written off church. But my expectations are low, and if we get there for half a sermon Praise Be To God! And if my son needs a three hour nap that morning, Praise Be To God. My ministry has been refocused for a little bit, (or just concentrated for a while) on my son. My family is my first ministry right now.
My call to know intuitively what he needs in that moment is one I take seriously. Last week that was a good ol' college try in the nursery and we made it through a whole service. Today his growing body needs me not to push him. Before having kids we loved having people over several nights a week, sharing life with other couples, spontaneous dinner parties... and now my ministry is to quiet the house down after a difficult day, turn off the noisy toys or just GET ON THE FLOOR that I haven't swept and play with the legos.
It takes discipline to find satisfaction in this "ministry" on some days, if I'm being honest. But when I do find it, God reminds my soul that this indeed is EXACTLY what He is calling me to do.