Yep, it's Wednesday. Hump day. Mid-week. Comes every week, and for me it's a church day.
Contrary to what a lot of church members may believe, their pastor or pastor's wife doesn't usually feel like coming to church on a Wednesday night. We are not super human. We are just like anyone else in that we have worked all day, and we are absolutely exhausted. In addition to work we have family needs to meet and so much else going on in our personal world. Our flesh says, "Go home, take a bath, get your PJ's on, and put your feet up..."
My flesh never tells me to go to church. Never.
Thankfully I tell my flesh who's boss most of the time.
It never fails, I am so blessed for gathering with my church family for this mid-week boost.
My body may be bone-tired when I walk in those doors, but soon my spirit is so lifted!
I crave the worship, the prayer, the Word, the fellowship.
I always leave uplifted and glad I made the effort to be there with my church family.
Even leaders have to make a determination to say no to the flesh and yes to the spirit!
It's that day again, and I'm so glad it is...
Photo credit: Deanna Doss Shrodes