In the past, whenever I've contemplated missing or actually missed church, I've always said I often have regretted missing church, but I have never regretted going. I'd use that truth to force myself to go on days when I just couldn't muster the strength to go otherwise.
Yesterday, I was just plain disappointed. It went deeper than regret. It was DANGITALL--I will not get to go to church for another week. I missed everything that was said. Something that was said might have changed my life. DANGITALL.
I'm disappointed about yesterday, but I'm thrilled to realize once more how much it means to me.
