Challenging Myself to Church

Week after week I tell Brandon we're going to go to church, and week after week we find some reason not to. Honestly, it's become a vicious cycle. Now here we are, almost another year of marriage and parenthood under our belts, and our family still has no church home. 

After comforting my sister-in-law in some church-related relationship woes last week, I knew I needed to take my own words of encouragement and run with them.

So, I sat down and did actual research on churches in our area. My browser kept finding its way back to a specific church, a church Brandon and I seem to come back to often in conversation. The message shared on their website seemed to be a nice blend of both Brandon and my beliefs. 

I won't lie, though, I'm weary. A bit anxious, really. Each Saturday night I'm mentally prepared for us to head to church the next morning but when Sunday rolls around the idea of being the new family in the back, you know, the ones with a potentially screaming toddler. This thought irks me to the core, and I find myself backing out month after month. 

Well, no more

There's no better time than the beginning of our Lent season to challenge myself and my family to build on our relationship with God. Growing up, I often dedicated Lent to giving up Diet Coke. However, over the last few years I've taken this time to get back to God. 

And, this year, I'm going to see our family gets back to God, gets back to church and attempts to find a Christian community for us to join in our city. 

Have you ever been the new family at church? I'd so appreciate your thoughts and experiences shared in the comments!