I Dressed Up for Church At Starbucks

I dressed up for church; for church AT Starbucks, that is.

Our youngest asked just before leaving home with her mom and sister, “are you sure you can’t make it to church with us, Papa?”

Those words pierced my heart.

Of course, she didn’t mean ill, not at all. It was an innocent call to be together as a family, which she appreciates very much.

“Not today, honey — I answered — I dressed up because it’s a special day, but I’m afraid I’m not ready to join you yet.”

One day, perhaps.