You’d think I would know this now that I’ve been a mom for 8 years already, but for some reason I tend to forget that my mom’s advice is usually spot on. Years ago when I was upset over my lack of local friends after one of our many moves she told me to find a church. We weren’t interested in church at the time and so I rolled my eyes and blew her off. Of course, she was completely right. Two and a half years ago I found myself searching for something more in life and we decided to look for a church. Enter some of the most amazing friends I’ve ever known. I met them all through church and I don’t know where I would be without them…probably locked in a nuthouse somewhere. So maybe moms do know a thing or two.
Over the last 6 months, I’ve felt like something was missing once again. I didn’t feel good about going to church any more. My faith was growing ever stronger, so that wasn’t it. I was able to see my friends every Sunday. But the peace that I’ve gained since we started attending wasn’t there. My head and my heart were in conflict and suddenly my husband and I were having these discussions about whether we should look for a new church. But I couldn’t…because my friends were there. Because it’s the place that brought me back to Christ and where I learned what faith could do for me. Because I was scared to look elsewhere. I was simply accepted for who I was (Democrat, social liberal) and finding another church where I’d feel accepted seemed daunting. But I no longer felt good when I was there and the personal turmoil was beginning to interfere with my ability to worship.
I was talking to my mom about this and she told me that church is not only for worship, learning, and developing a relationship with God…it is also about personal peace and being in a place that makes us feel good and whole. When you no longer feel that way, it is no longer a good fit. Luckily I’ve realized that moms usually do know what they’re talking about by now. Hearing her say that reinforced everything that I’d been thinking and we made the very difficult decision to attend other churches and try to find a place where we could find peace in worship again.
Sunday morning I slept late and realized that all of the local churches we were interested in trying had early services that we couldn’t be ready for in time. We wanted to start our search in town, but I didn’t want to skip church. We decided to go to one out of town that we’ve heard lots and lots of good things about. Every step of the way our decision was reinforced. The music, the message, even things that happened later in the day…they all let us know that our choice, though agonizing, was the right one. We may not put down roots in the church we visited first, but it brought me peace in worship once again. My heart and my head were in accord and that felt so good.
I am so glad that I listened to my mom. She’s a pretty smart woman. I hope that someday I can provide wisdom to my kids on the subject of church and faith. That God will give me the words to guide them on their spiritual journey, wherever it might lead. In the meantime, I’ll remember that my mom seems to have a knack for giving good advice to me. Who would have thought???


