Sundays go awry for a reason

So today is Sunday and well I must confess-- despite my deep love of the Lord I've has a hard timing with my past history of actually looking forward to Sunday.. why? you ask well as a child I didn't grow in church.. didn't really hear about God until I was about 8 and they brought VBS to my apartment complex-- loved it.. unfortunately it only lasted a week-- wanted more-- mostly cuz I needed an outlet, i heart arts and crafts and singing. So I really anticipated the following years of going to VBS that one glorious week in the summer where I had so much fun and they taught us about God... in the meantime there would be people from a nearby church who would come Sundays for a children's church so to speak... weary at first but then realizing it was something I enjoyed- I went-- So here's where my battle with Sunday begins-- about age 10-11 I was going to Sunday school at the clubhouse in TOSA- town oak south apartments- and it became a regular thing. During this time the family life of Washington was radically undergoing change. Dad was leaving and to be honest I felt that coming for years so by this time I was not surprised. Most of my friends at the time lived in single parent homes- due to divorce or death-- I was an oddball with my intact family...well it's a good thing I'm such a conformist, right. Anyways on Sunday for years-- no joke... there was always something that went wrong, it was routine almost expected that I would wake up Sunday and fight this battle -- looking back now I realize it was just satan's plan to lure me away from my Lord's word. So thus begins my dislike for Sundays-- Most Sundays began with fighting- thanks parents...always a lovely way to start a day-- Good Morning Astrid-- Today's broadcast Sunny, warm, shouts heard round the world, door slams, heavy on the expletives and off you go. Other Sundays would be good-- mild drama and maybe just a sickness or something. Anywho-- something was trying desperately to keep me from going to hear about God-- which brings me to todays frustration. Okay I knew there was going to be a battle...
I came back from an amazing morning run-- amazing not b/c I did anything spectacular-- just that I surprised Amy-.. ran about 4 miles today... up next 5.. anywho got back stretched watched Music and Lyric-- fab music-- I wish I were a lyricist -- so then i tried to get my parents up-- okay I knew this would have to happen early enough to get three ready but not early enough that both would flat out refuse to go-- delicate balance-- wrangling the parents.. so I coax my mom up at 9:45-- well about 10:05 she decides to stir-- dad I beckon at 10ish and he's up fairly quickly.. we are all down and dressed at the car by 10:40-- so why is it that we stroll into church at 11:15. Because I really wanted my rents to hear the word... I was getting frustrated and realizing that the fight was still on.. so asked the Lord for some patience-- not my best fruit of the spirit--but working on it.. well we got there.. we got there Lord willing and it was good. My how our God knows our very hearts and what we need to hear and who we need to see and the family he gives us thru his church. So there was a fun BBQ celebrating dad and grads.. yay... food and I realized how interactive my dad was with people-- and they liked him-- well duh my dad is super charming and friendly.. now I'm hoping and praying that he will continue to want to come b/c of the people he's met.. i'm super thankful to some of the men who did talk with him... Oh Lord how I pray you will ignite a fire in their hearts to witness to him and the heart of my dad to you... He knows who you are... Lord lift the blinders and draw him into a relationship with you. My heart aches for this and I will continue to pray this be your will.