We had a good weekend with visits from family and friends and grilling out last night.
Steven has a new craving now. He can't get enough chocolate. I know what he means, as I've been a chocolate lover all my life, but this is eating whole bars and wanting more.
Today is the dreaded MRI. He will take some of his nighttime meds and hope it relaxes him enough to lay still.
Yesterday, while reading my devotion, I felt God telling me I needed to go to church. I really wanted to stay in my recliner and tried to explain Steven was sick and I should stay home, but I knew, He knew, it was my excuse.
He doesn't want me there just for the closeness I feel to Him during the worship music, nor for the instruction I get from the sermon, but because I'm carrying a silent banner that say's, "I'm going through something really hard right now, but being here in church and feeding myself spiritually is a priority."
I'm representative of how big God is. People want to love on us. They want to know how Steve is. They want to see we go on living and making the most of what is. So I got out of my chair and went to church. And I'm so glad I did!