Sunday morning, I hit snooze a few too many times on my alarm. When I finally rolled over, it was 8:24. Justin had to be at a meeting at 9:00, so he jumped in the shower first. I woke up the girls and got breakfast going and took my shower as Justin left to go to his meeting, which left me with all three kids to bathe and get ready by 10:15.

The girls were in a mood, Jase was in a mood, and I just wasn’t in the mood to fuss and rush and stress. At 10:00, with wet heads and a crying baby, I told the girls to go change back out of their dresses and put on comfy clothes. We were going to have church at home.

Now don’t get me wrong–I LOVE my church and the people in it. I think church is fundamental to my relationship with Christ. This post is not, in any way, saying that you shouldn’t go to church. But sometimes, we need to give ourselves some grace.

I fed the baby and put him down for a nap while the girls got changed. Then the three of us sat down at the kitchen table with our bibles, the Jesus Storybook Bible, and some art supplies.  Time for church, illustrated faith style.
We read the story of Noah and the Ark from the Jesus Storybook Bible and the we discussed it. In case you are wondering, we decided that for whatever reason, the dinosaurs didn’t make it on the ark and that’s why we have no dinosaurs today. (I know this is not scientifically correct and that there is probably a real answer to that question but I didn’t know it and I didn’t care, so I liked the idea of the dinosaurs missing the boat.) Then we talked about the rainbow and how God promised that He would never flood the earth again. And then, the girls illustrated their story.

Kyndall doesn’t have a journaling bible, so she illustrated a piece of paper and we just taped it into her bible.  Libby bought herself a journaling bible with her birthday money, so she journaled straight in it.

When that was finished, the girls wanted to do another. They flipped through the Jesus Storybook Bible and found the story of Abraham and Isaac, so we read, discussed, and illustrated.

I love that Libby wrote “Do what God says.” That’s her take on the story–God says it and we obey. The end.

I missed my church family and (I’m sure) a great sermon, but I also really enjoyed spending the time with my girls talking about our God. Sometimes, when life is chaotic and full of hustle, we need to take something off the beam and replace it with a quiet morning at home, worshiping our Jesus.