Knowing that I am a sinner and knowing church is for the sinner then believing it's also for the saint
I always want to go to church, I never not wanted to go to church. Worthy to be there or not alone or with family. Since I can remember, I liked how it felt.
When we first moved from Colorado to Arizona I was a child of 3 or 4
My sister was a senior in High School and VERY upset that our parents had
taken her away from her friends, her school indeed her very Life!
She did not want to go to church.
I remember standing in that motel that Sunday looking up at her and saying
"Strangers are only friends we haven't met yet" Now I ask myself - How on earth did I know that at such a young age? I believe it was a gift given to me at birth.
The Child, The Daughter
I have never not wanted to go to church, to please Mom - maybe, but it was more than that.
When I was young I went to church with my mom, my brother for awhile, but not my Dad, sister or the eldest brother. In my world the only thing that brought my mother happiness, where I really remember seeing her glow and be at peace show happiness was going to church. My daddy didn't go to church, he told everyone he was Mormon but he wasn't, he wasn't because he didn't want to go to church. The sad part for me was no body knew my Dad in fact most believed I was being raised by a single mom for one reason or another. The happy part for me was those people, those church people became my family. They helped raise me.Recently I realized that the act of going to church actually taught me several things. For My Mother to whom I am so grateful - for it is she who took me to church every Sunday. In that ONE thing I learned the importance of so many other things; being on time, listening, to look nice "because how you dress is a reflection of how you feel about yourself", Mom taught me to "sit still and listen", she allowed no snacks (which taught me self discipline or at least the need of it!), if given an assignment to fulfill I did it - being taught "you don't say no to a calling" and "responsibility", she insisted on no gum - she said "it looks sloppy", the reassurance of a good hand shake and a smile that "it is polite to greet people with kindness and sincerity", the art of speaking in public, to sing, to pray and to be part of something bigger than myself. All lessons learned because I went to church.
The Youth, The Daughter
I have never not wanted to go to church, even just for me!
Even when I wasn't choosing to DO the things My Mother thought that I Should be doing. Even when I wasn't doing what I thought I Should be Doing. I always went to church. I always Wanted to go to church. Looking back and recognizing my issue with self discipline I'm thinking church is a place I can learn, feel, recognize to be the only place I can see that I exercised self discipline. That at church, for how ever long it was, I engaged in self discipline in lots of different aspects. Because my Mother taught me to go to church every Sunday.
The Young Adult
The Sinner I always want to go to church, alone.
For about 7 years I ward hopped! Jumping ship as soon as someone knew who I was. I didn't want to get to close, let anyone in, be hurt, let them down, be asked to do anything. I felt like a failure. I wasn't living up to the high expectations I had been taught that were expectations of Mom and of myself. The expectations I had of myself, not even just the ones I knew that My Mother had of me. But I in fact still ... always wanted to go to church. And I went. I followed my sister to Rocky Point where she almost one handedly started her own ward up and we went to church! I jumped from ward to ward in Provo, California and Mesa. Being a single young adult and going to church!The Young Married
The Sinner and striving saint! I always want to go to church, with my family.
The Mom in the nursery, the primary, Mutual, Scouts, Sunday School, or Sacrament Mtg.
The Wife, the semi empty nester. I don't want to go to church.
We have moved again, for maybe the 40th time in our marriage. I have two bedrooms in this house set up to "look" as if I still have children at home. But I don't. I am busy organizing, doing family histories, writing missionaries, and ... well thats about it. We go to church, we don't know anyone, only one person has spoken to me in 4 months (2014). I swore this time, this move I would act more aggressive be more "in your face" and "I want to know you and fit in". But I haven't. It's even harder to do without kids and without seminary. Richard has gone with me to Sunday School, but he too has not had one person talk to him. They gave us a calling in the ward, that of being a missionary - which I think I said I would do, maybe even covenanted that I'd do when I got baptized back when I was 8 years old! I ask myself; "Aren't you (when I say you I mean I) already a missionary if you are a family member, friend, home teacher, visiting teacher???" I have talked to people about my religion. It is especially easier when my sons were on their missions in Spain, Ohio and California. I have taught classes and worked hard at being a "missionary" in all my days, thinking; "I hope one thing I say might convert one". But this calling, working with my husband, as missionaries it's not going so good and we find ourselves not wanting to go to church. My heart is heavy and sad and I'm not sure where to go next with this one. I feel failure and heaviness so much in my life already, I'm not sure I need this to add to that very long list. I am lost. Because I don't want to go to church.The Adult, The senior citizen, the wife, the mom, the grandmother. I want to go to church

You hear me make it your one thing Believe in going to church every sunday!!! Wherever you are Sinner and Saint! #gotochurch #sinnerandsaint #familyfirst #forgetyourselfandgotowork #rememberwhoyouare Also ONE MORE THING! look around you when you get there ask yourself "Who looks like they don't want to be there" and go say "HI!" #speakup #bekind #gotochurch



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