We made it this morning!

I'll start with, if you didn't read my blog from last Sunday, Too Late...Again, go back and read it. Although there was crying, blood curdling screaming, and gnashing of teeth, we made it to church this morning. We think Tyson is an atheist, so he hates to go to church. As if it's not hard enough for me to get myself ready and two small children by myself, I have Tyson crying and telling me, "It's too late." That's what I told him last week, so he'll probably try to talk me into it every week now. That's what I need. A little devil sitting beside me on the couch telling me, "don't go, it's too late!" All the volunteers at church know when we get there. T Rod once told me that he was in the sanctuary and said here comes Tyson as we were walking up the sidewalk. As horrible as it is to get there, once they are in they're classes and I'm sitting with my wonderful husband in the service and worshiping God, it's all worth it! And because Tyson is soooo good, ya right, he gets a donut as we leave. Please pray that Tyson finds Jesus soon!