Missing Church

We haven’t been to church in over eight weeks because our pastor called an audible before the virus got too bad. He pulled all the elders together and they decided it was best for our church family to not gather on Wednesdays to start then added in Sunday services to it. And then the governor put the order in place to not have any gatherings bigger than 250.

And it didn’t bother me at first. Until it did. And today it hit me hard. I miss church.

I miss coming together with likeminded people hearing God’s word. Hearing the message from our Pastor every Sunday. I miss taking my son to his toddler class so he can see his friends and play with other kids his age. I miss seeing how happy my teenager is at the end of Wednesday night or Sunday morning, after he gets to spend some time with his church friends. I miss it all.

I feel a sense of emptiness since we haven’t been attending church. I still pray every day and I try to read my bible every day but let’s be honest, it’s not the same. Being taught the word of God vs reading it, is completely different. And we try to do bible study at home as a family but again it’s not the same.

I need the worship music. I need the expertise of the Pastor. I need the prayer lead by a leader. I need the communion. I need everything about it. My soul is crying for the missing part of my Sunday. I’ve cried for the missing part of my Sunday.

Church has always been the start of my week. It’s always been that moment where I let go of everything that went wrong the week before, but now that we haven’t went to church, I feel like I have to release of the bad. And I know church isn’t the building or the large group of people or even the worship team. It’s God’s word being read and taught. It’s something that can be done anywhere, but I miss the whole concept of church.