Every Sunday

Ever since I was little there were very few Sundays that we were not in church, it was what we did. Mom and Dad went to learn more about Christ and fellowship. We wet because staying home wasn't an option. Not in the way that we HAD to go or our parents made us. They expected us to go and grow and we didn't argue, we rarely questioned. And if we did it was mostly because we wanted to sleep in not because it was "dumb" at all we liked church!

As we grew older we began to choose for ourselves. But it was still expected. We were able to choose what Jesus teaching church we went to, it was usually a familiar place to my parents, we wanted their opinion, they are wise people. 

Now I love going to church, yes sometimes we're tired and sleeping in and making breakfast sounds fun somedays. But I like when I feel like Jesus is telling me to hand over a struggle to Him. It's very rewarding 

"Faith is contagious" 

We caught the faith that our parents were trying to pass to us and we are trying to do the same to our youth kids, to our friends and family.  

Hotair balloons on Sunday mornings is something I remember always seeing them on our way to church.