Sunday and the boys and I are not going to church. Why, you ask? Well, when I went to pick up Wrenn from school on Thursday, the family car went kaput on me. On the interstate. The kind with the concrete walls and NOWHERE to pull over. After a healthy little panic attack, a nice guy in a truck pushed me to an off ramp, and I walked from there. Pushing Luke's stroller - in 98 degree heat.

Ack.

I sat at Joe's Crab Shack and had a coke and generally felt sorry for myself. Debby picked up Wrenn for me, and Patrick made his way to me and our untrusty steed. The old girl is currently sitting at the repair shop as the mechanic tries to figure out how to rob us blind get her up and running again.

So being a two car family on Sundays, the boys and I are sitting this one out. I'll be honest, church with a 5 year old, 2 year old, and 4 month old sans nursery can be challenging. Our service is over an hour and a half, and sometimes it's difficult to hear even a modicum of the sermon!

But I need it. It's the prelude to my week. It gives me what I need to be the mother and wife I'm called to be for the next six days. Singing with my family, sharing the Lord's Supper, bowing our heads together- those are the things that refuel me, prepare me, balance me. Without them, I am off kilter. I am a beat behind.

It's a good thing that you don't have to be in church for God to hear prayers, though.

The car - all I want is for it to be reliable. I don't mind if it's not new or could stand a paint job or even if it makes crazy noises. I just want it to not break down on me.

Okay, so that's it. Time to get out of my pajamas and get life in gear.