Well, so far, its been 6 weeks without church, and still going strong. 😈
I don’t miss it. I don’t fee less spiritual. I don’t feel more spiritual. I’m proud of myself that I feel no guilt. I’m grateful to God that I have so many blessings in my life. I don’t think I’m missed in my ward, or that it much matters much to other people, and I feel more relaxed which is needed and good.
The thing I have noticed is my kids open up and share their feelings to me. Some want to go to church, and I tell them to go with their mom. Some are happy to stay home with me, and I make them read or do something spiritual with me (had a nice discussion about Buddhism with my son last Sunday). But I’ve been impressed to see they are thinking about what they really believe and ask me lots of gospel questions. They seem to process things pretty good, but I’m pretty sure they don’t understand paradox and deep theological viewpoints…they are just either going to see friends, or not going because they don’t care. But they know they can come talk to me when they wonder about things.
I guess I’ll see how it goes for a few more weeks.