I don’t know if anyone can relate to this… but if you can, tell me I’m not alone 🤍 So many Sundays, getting to church feels like a full-on battle and not even my own. It’s the pushback, the attitudes, the tantrums, the sweat, the second-guessing… sometimes I’m this close to tears before we even walk out the door. But I still go. I choose to. Because once we get there… it’s different. There’s peace. There’s something my soul needs. Even if it’s just a quick prayer, one worship song, or sitting in the baby room most of the time. And yes, sometimes guilt tries to creep in. The enemy doesn’t rest. But deep down, I know God sees it all, the effort, the sacrifice, the obedience in just showing up. I go for me… but I also go for my kids. They’re watching. They’re learning to pray. They’re learning obedience. Like our pastor said, prayer is discipline and discipline takes practice. So if it’s hard for you too… go anyway. Show up anyway. Because it’s always better to make it than to slowly get comfortable with not going at all 🤍 motherhood viral church prayer god