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The Conley Quarantine: Day 18

Up bright and early on our favorite day of the week. Yes, Sundays are absolutely still our favorite, though the day is much different spent at home. The children are really confused. They don’t understand fully why Mrs. Barb has to teach them from the computer or why we still can’t go anywhere - especially church. Yesterday Ella Mae begged us to take her. Poor babe misses the worship, the fellowship, and the friendships she’s built. Me too Sissy. Me too. 

It dug the knife in a bit deeper when 10:30 rolled around and the feed from church was impaired. No sound was streaming and this mama’s frustration mounted further. I miss gathering as a church body more than anything. It’s a gift and a sweetness that cannot be replaced or replicated outside of Christ and I just love it so much. I pray it’s something I never take for granted again. 

The feed was fixed and we listened to both our morning and evening services. Both were incredible. What a blessing it is to at least have the capacity to still participate over the internet during these strange times. And to have more intimate, focused fellowship with friends who sit alongside us on our couches, watching too. So thankful for the Lord’s provision, even when my tendency is to buck against everything that is happening right now. I have to constantly remind myself that God is not surprised by any of this and that His work continues to be carried out even as the world is quarantined - for me, something I quickly forget. 

But the reminders are everywhere. 



If I’d only just choose to look.