From the time that I was a young boy, until the present, I have enjoyed going to church on Sunday. I have always felt good when I go to church. I love to learn the things that my Heavenly Father has in store for me within His great Plan of Happiness.
Today, was another good day. I can't say that there was anything special, or out of the ordinary, it was just an all-around good day.
When I was a young teenager, my mom had explained to me that on Sunday mornings she would come into the room and awaken me one time to get up and get ready to go to church. Because I had two siblings that were younger than me, I now understand that she didn't have the time to mico-manage getting me up to get ready for church on top of getting me motivated to go.
I didn't hear the initial 'wake up call'. When I finally awakened I did so with a scare. The house was completely still and as I scurried through the house, I quickly realized that I had been left. I hurried as fast as I could to get a white dress shirt pressed and get showered and headed off to church. I don't think that the church was a mile away, but it was still a ways to run. I was stressed that I wouldn't get to the meeting on time. I burst out of the house and took off running. With each step, I wondered how much time was passing. You can imagine the relief I felt when I arrived at the church. I entered the door to the church and walked into the chapel. I was surprised when I realized that the sacrament had not yet been administered to the congregation. I sat down at the one end of the pew. I looked down toward where my mom was seated hoping that she would see me. I gave her a look of 'you left me' and she just waved at me and smiled. That was the whole exchange. We didn't speak about it further but I got her message loud and clear. Be ready to go and be responsible for my own actions. That was a powerful lesson that was meant just for me.
I believe that the things I learn things at church that I can't get anywhere else. I also understand that there are many people who don't think that church is for them. I am grateful that I feel that attendance at church is important and necessary for me and our family.
I feel blessed, beyond measure, and I really feel that way because I was present at church and I learned a little bit more about the true love of my Heavenly Father.
