What a great weekend Amelia and I had. The Man of the House was out of town for a wedding and us girls stayed home. Congrats to Trey and Jaime! We hate we missed the big day, but have really enjoyed the pictures. SO PRETTY!
Anyway, it was a really relaxing weekend around the house. We had friends over Friday and Saturday. Not to mention the sweetest, prettiest little girl came for a visit Saturday night. There isn't much better than holding a baby. We also squeezed in time for a birthday party and some pink converse tennis shoes.
Sunday morning I had to teach Sunday School. I do not like teaching Sunday school one bit. I always feel like I struggle through it. If you ever heard our other teachers, you would be intimidated too! They are wonderful. I surprised myself with a really good lesson. We also prayed for rain in class and it has rained 2 days in a row! Something must have went right! :)
I think I have mentioned that in church we sit in the "old folks section". I don't mean this in a bad way. I love where we sit. It's just that most people our age either go to the contemporary service or sit in the back or balcony of the church. I have to be front and center to pay attention. So by default, we have our assigned seats surrounded by a group of some of our "more mature" friends. They seem to enjoy having us around and we definitely love all of them.
This Sunday I moved in close to one of my most favorite ladies so we could sit together. She is a widow and I was by myself so together we made a fun pair. I don't know her age and I suppose it would be rude to say anyway. She has a beautiful, bright smile and some fun quirky stories. At least once a month she comments on me not having on stockings or something on my shoulders. I think of her during the week, every week. You know there are just some people who stick with you. Together we snickered at the children's choir and giggled as the pastor explained the sweetness of candy corn to the children of the church.
I learned a lot teaching my lesson in Sunday school and we had a sermon that spoke directly to me. The hymns were spot on and it started raining during church. It was a wonderful Sunday! But the most incredible thing happened right when I found my seat on the pew. I sat down next to my friend (who was not there the previous Sunday) and said, "We missed you last week!" She looked at me and beamed for a split second then said, "Well, thank you. I appreciate that. It's nice to know I was missed."
While the lesson, sermon, hymns and joyful children made a perfect Sunday, my lesson came from my sweet ol'friend... "It's nice to know I was missed."
Isn't it amazing how one simple phrase or act of kindness can mean so much to someone?
When I got home from church there was a text on my phone from my traveling husband saying "I miss my girls". It IS nice to know you are missed!
There are many of you who read my blog that I don't get to see nearly as much as I would like. Know that you are all missed and loved daily. I truly miss every single one of you!
Who all do you know that needs to know you miss them?