As I apologized once again and hung up the phone, I experienced a totally unexpected swell of warmth and peace. My head was downcast and regretful; my heart was calm and joyful. I knew I had done the right thing. I had borne my testimony that Sundays were special days in our family, and that didn’t change because we were trying to sell our house.
Church has not, nor is not always the peaceful joyful experience I would like it to be. And it's almost never easy to get there. But besides the wiggling, poking and sometimes really ornery behavior, there's the deeper purpose. And it's worth it.