We started going to church again. Being the genius that I am, it only took me like SEVEN YEARS to realize that if we wanted to find a church that was like our old one, I needed to just get the heck out of my comfort zone and find one. It seemed like every day since my Grandma’s funeral, there was something– some sign– each and every day– that told me we needed God again in our lives.
First there was the yellow rose, the missing necklace that mysteriously made its way back into my life, but then there were even more signs. How about the fact that every single day on my Facebook page, sometimes several times a day, Facebook was reminding me how many people I knew had “liked” or were “checking in” at this one particular church? How about the fact that one of my Facebook friends was recently named Youth Pastor at a church in our area? How about the fact that I randomly opened the mailbox the other day to find an anonymous envelope (addressed by hand with a handwritten note) asking if I needed Jesus back in my life?
What the WHAT? Yes, that really happened. Granted, it was from a PO Box registered to Jehovah’s Witnesses but still– randome piece of mail??
And what about the card I found as I was getting out of bed a few weeks ago? I have absolutely NO IDEA where this came from, or how it got into my room.
Does anyone have an explanation for all of these things happening?
So off to church we went. AGAIN. Getting my family up out of bed on a Sunday morning five weeks ago to try yet another church that I drug them to, on a whim that this one might be the one. Maybe this time I will like the church and want to keep going back.
Now don’t get me wrong– we’ve been to some great churches in the last several years. Met some great people, enjoyed the Pastors and the music and the atmosphere. But something was still missing all this time and I really couldn’t quite figure out why I wasn’t content.
Imagine my excitement when I walked into a new church a few weeks ago, and fell in love. Like head over heels, wanna hold your hand, writing your name on my notebook, LOVE.
We’ve now been to this church four times. The Pastor and his wife have taken us out to lunch one Sunday after church, I’ve been invited to a Women’s group at the church where we are studying a great book (more on that later), and we’ve made friends. We don’t mind getting out of bed early on Sunday mornings, and we don’t mind spending 90 minutes of our weekend in church.