Here comes the confession. While in I would feel ill on a Saturday, the thought of the service, then rush home quick lunch, out the door for the meeting, get home at 6ish shattered. Then be expected to be on service next day.. wife of elder so supposed to set example. Many times I would be so sick on a Saturday, yet still bug my husband to go, for appearances sake. I ALWAYS had a guilty conscience...never felt happy even when I was doing alot.
Now we love our weekends, brunch with friends, time with the family and around the home. We go away to our summerhouse quite often without feeling we are materialistic hedonists. Life is good!