Sunday Morning

As I write this blog the congregation I serve is worshiping across the street.  It's Sunday morning and I am on vacation.  Our family had every intention of worshiping at a local congregation, but last night my wife fell ill.  Ultimately this dashed our plans for worship this morning and I am where I need to be, caring for Chrishelle. However, I still find a deep yearning within my soul to worship  corporately with some part of the body of Christ. The yearning is so deep today that there is physical feeling to it.  My stomach is twisted and I feel out of sorts. I am not hungry for breakfast and I feel as if I have lost something very dear to me.   Trying to right this yearning I turn to  my iPhone and say Morning Prayer. But the hunger remains.  Trying to relieve this yearning, to understand this yearning I am writing  this blog.  But as the keystrokes slide into words on the computer screen,the yearning still remains.  I cannot find the source of this yearning. Perhaps that is how it is meant to be on this day. Perhaps this yearning is a reminder from God that my walk as a Christian is not meant to be undertaken alone.