Almost

I nearly made it to church.  I was going to go when my family went.......but my husband came home and spent the between sunday school and church time and it was so awkward and I didn't want to ride together and I just wanted to go and focus on why I'm supposed to be there.  But....
So, instead, I am listening to a message from the church that my son is going to try today.  His first time of trying a church all on his own.  As a matter of fact, he has been a part of a church most of his life.  His hope today was to find a church he likes as well as his home church.  I hope so too.  So, he's trying something new today.  May he be blessed and uplifted.  God will go before Him.  He will train him and teach him.  Of that I can be sure.  So, here I am attending church "with" him.  Praying for him.  Loving him.  Guess that this is where I am supposed to be.
I am making perhaps the best, prettiest meal I have ever made.  I mean it.  I like to cook.  But this is....beautiful.  I am exploring around in my life for my artist.  I like to cook.  Lately it has been hard because my husband treats it as if it's something I do FOR him.  That it is my duty etc.  Today I took back the pleasure I get by just choosing to cook with the joy I find in it. 
I almost went to church.  I had the courage.  That counts for a lot.  Then, I chose the better thing...not forced....chose.  I choose.  You choose too.  Enjoy it.
grace to you.