If I say, “I always want to go to church on Sundays” I will be a big liar because I don’t. Sometimes I wake up from my sleep and say, “Oh, good! It is Sunday! I don’t need to do anything. And if I miss one Sunday, God won’t zap and kill me.”

But I have a husband who doesn’t seem to have “a bad Sunday!” Seriously! I sometimes feel like he came from a different galaxy (not like a different planet but galaxy). Continue reading Sometimes Tough to Go to Church →