For the majority of my 6 years living in Aberdeen, Sundays were by far my favourite day of the week. I just loved going to church with my friends (who I consider my ‘Aberdeen family’ – they were and still are!)
When I came to Edinburgh – not so much. Especially as I started to hate Sundays. So often I would drive home from church sniffing back the tears, park outside and have a good cry in my car before heading inside, blog out or journal my frustration, or sometimes phone a friend to pour out my heart to them (ok, have a moan).
But I’ve come to love Sundays now. So I’d like to give you a wee example of why I’m going to sleep with a smile on my face tonight…
1. Start the day with a text - sometimes BOTJ text me first to coax me out my bed (blueberry pancakes were a major inspiration) or I’ll text her either simply ‘Good morning, are you awake yet?’ or something more random.
2. Tumble out of bed, shower, pull clothes on (taking into account the subarctic temperatures of Braid)
3. Drive to Chez Smallgroup.
4. Usually greeted by Miss Sweetroot, who usually has something to tell me – either what’s happening on CBeebies, or something breakfast-related. Like showing me which brioche in the packet she’s picked for me! (yum)
5. Breakfast, while chatting, and generally faffing about getting ready for church but not being too altogether focused on the task in hand. Let’s face it. Our smallgroup is all about the food. Find it hilarious that our smallgroup gets quoted by church leaders as examples of things giving the impression we’re all very spiritual!
6. TSTIAI leaves early to pick up some other folks who don’t have a car. Miss Sweetroot and I hide from BOTJ. She acts suitably surprised even though I’m usually a bit too big to hide properly and can be blatantly seen, and Miss S of course has silently told me to ‘Sshh’ and then let out a giggle or shouted completely giving away our hiding position.
7. Go in car. Chat is had. See if we can beat Daddy and Family A to church. Mwa ha ha!
8. Usually see the ‘Balcony’ section of smallgroup as we walk from car to Braid. They never seem to see us though. :( Chasing ensues. I get told off for walking on road instead of pavement (I should really know better).
9. Church is waaaay more fun and thought provoking when surrounded by preschoolers. And Worshipping God through singing is waaaaay more fun when your bangles jangle in time (ish) to the music. And they look waaaaay more funkier than holding a tambourine!
10. Especially funny if students start reenacting parts of High School Musical and the 4yo sitting next to you taps you to ask ‘Laurie, why is Daddy not up there dancing too?‘ hee hee.
11. I feel really privileged, honoured and encouraged by the young people in our church. I’m always so happy if any of them come to chat or ask me to pray for them, because it’s great to know they feel able to do that. I was really taken aback by the encouragement I got from one of the them today whose class I’d be visiting to do a lesson on unplanned pregnancy.
12. Church service ends. More hiding. And chasing. Stop to chat to our friend who is normally waiting outside. Chat about what went on in church today in car home.
13. Sometimes confusion is because of response to things like ‘How come Gavin didn’t speak to us? I shouted to him, and we waved but he was too busy talking to his friend‘ and I reply ‘Well, you know, he’s getting old so his hearing and eyesight aren’t as good as they used to be‘.
14. Return home. If not on music team, have the obligatory Sunday afternoon nap after eating lunch and reading the blogs.
15. Ahh…music practice – sometimes fun, sometimes just really frustrating! lol. I always get a burp attack though.
16. Evening service. Usually a bit of a blur, but I can’t remember a week where someone hasn’t said something that makes us laugh. Like tonight’s ‘sofa time’ comment.
17. Sometimes chat to Mr and Mrs Fourth Space and other smallgroupers.
18. Sometimes give a few people a lift home.
But this Sunday was extra special BOTJ’s sister and sort-of BIL were visiting so we had breakfast AND lunch together. It was a family service this morning and a healing service in the evening. Music stuff went really well. Chatted with my friend J about getting things sorted for South Africa trip (and training day in Watford next month).
And….it’s been snowing in Edinburgh!!!! One of our pastors (who shall remain nameless) chucked a snowball at my car. Me, drawing from my inner ‘Leither girl’ decided justice for Cassie should be done for such a heinous act. So I stopped my car, got out grabbed snow, made a snowball which I chucked at said pastor (who ran for cover) and surprisingly nailed the pastor on the head with snowball. Much to the amusement of Cassie’s passengers! All done with grace, peace and love of course ;) I assume the retaliatory attack of snowballs as we drove away was done with the ‘turning the other cheek’ attitude too… Lol.
Anyway, came home, and despite the late hour, thought just in case the snow disappears quickly (as it tends to do in Edinburgh) I had better make a snow angel and a wee snowman.