DAY 1582... Church

Ever since birth, 

seriously,

birth,
and even while I was in the womb,

every Sunday I attend church.

At least every Sunday it is expected that I will attend church.

My church and religion have played huge roles in my life.

I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints,

aka 

I'm a Mormon.

I believe it,
I know it,
and I love it.

But that doesn't always make it easy to live.

I struggle with the knowledge that although I believe that the church may be true and perfect,
the people are not.

I have shared my feelings and thoughts about church on my blog before,

(you can read about them here or here),

but church has really been a struggle for me,
especially as I have gotten older.

I am pretty darn good at finding any reason not to go.

Usually,

I jump at the chance to skip out on church.

It's really hard to go to church with kids.

I spend most of the time in the hall,

accompanied by a screaming,
 sassy,
uncooperative child,

and I feel as though I get absolutely nothing out of church.

I feel as though it's more important now,

more than ever,

to go to church every Sunday because Aniston is now in primary.

And she is so excited to be in primary.

Even though playing single Mom to 2 kids,

and the idea of 3 hour long church every week by myself is exhausting,

I have decided to make it my goal,

for the next 14 weeks,

to attend church every,

single,

Sunday.

No excuses.

It's going to be hard,

and there will undoubtedly be tears,

at least there were yesterday...

But I have faith that I can do it.
I may not do it happily at first,
and I may complain and ask myself why,
but I can do it.
I know I can.

 I know that my little family will be blessed in so many ways by making church a priority.

I am gladly and gratefully accepting any and all suggestions and tips for making it through church with a 3 year old and a 1 year old.