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I went to church on Sunday at the Sewickley United Methodist Church. The initial plan was to take Roger but he delighted in staying in his orange boxer briefs for over 30 minutes coming up with distraction after distraction to keep him from getting dressed so I took Evan instead.

It was a chilly walk there and the song by Sheryl Crow about “the good people of the world washing their cars on their lunch breaks” popped into my head. I guess because while I enjoy going to church, I mostly think your faith/spirituality is a personal matter and that church attendance has very little to do with how good or bad someone is. Also, that while I am most familiar with Christianity, there are many faiths that, in my opinion, channel up to one higher power/divinity/force and we need not split hairs over whose religion is “right.” Where you were born has a lot to do with what faith you practice. Try to be nice and keep rockin’.

It was a 9 a.m. contemporary service and a song spoke to me. In the past months I’ve come to terms with feeling orphaned. My dad is gone, my relationship with my mom is damaged. Kyle’s parents live many miles away, plan to move farther, and aren’t particularly forthcoming with offers to help. The song said something like God takes us from being orphans to being his loved children. Those were welcome words to hear.

Next, the pastor’s sermon was really well-paced and interesting. He talked about visiting a church near his daughter’s home and coming to realize he shouldn’t have judged people by what they were wearing. He shared this verse. As a semi-reformed opinionated judgmental person; it’s nice to get reminders to only be in charge of ourselves and not worry about others’ faults and flaws.

Matthew 7:3-5New International Version (NIV)
3 “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4 How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5 You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

February tends to be my nemesis but we are almost done with it. Thank goodness. Bring on some longer days, warmer temps and sunnier skies.

In the meantime, super thankful for my little “sonshines.”

cuddle buddy after the sermonmaster chef junior roger

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