Finding God in the sick-bed moments

I was really looking forward to church this morning. I've been feeling a bit spiritually dry, with being away last week and not finding enough time to spend with God. I haven't seen many church people for a while and needed that fellowship and time of worshipping together. In preparation last night I had a longer quiet time to try and prepare my heart for the service (does anyone else find they have to do this? I sometimes find it difficult to quieten my mind when I go straight into church). 

But it wasn't to be. Chloe has gone down with a fever and sore throat over night and J was helping to lead the service so I am on sick-bed duties. It's hard not to feel disappointed with the way the day has turned out. However I completely believe that I am just as capable of being blessed and meeting with God at home as I am at church. I'm hoping that Chloe will be happy for me to leave her side soon so I can do some chores and maybe listen to a sermon at the same time. But if not I know he is watching over us as we curl up on the sofa together.