I grew up in a fantastic Church. I’ve loved it from day one. This move was the first time I’ve ever had to search for a church. I’ve never not had one. In fact, I still consider Redeemer’s my home church.
I’ve been looking at the churches here in our teeny community, and wondering HOW I was going to fill the void that my wonderful Parent Church has left. My husband came to God there, and we both enjoyed the truth and ease which the pastor there taught. The worship was wonderful. It was just good.
I haven’t been to church in ages, because other places have just never been comfortable. I felt awkward. Not at peace. It’s hard to explain. One church that I visited here in our new town in my search for our new church home, was close. Still, there was just an unsettling in my heart. It hurt that I might have to settle. Something I didn’t want to do. I DON’T want to do. It was a good church. Small, and with an older generation congregation, but perfectly good. We have friends who attend there. It’s a good church. Still, something not right FOR ME. I just thought I had set the bar too high. That in a little town like ours, this might be all there was.
I decided to give another church a try. My neighbors go there. It’s actually right around the corner from us. Literally. I’ve been meaning to go for quite a few weeks now. Things have gotten in the way. Illness, Houseguests, Trips out of town, just STUFF. So today, the boys and I went. Like I said, I’ve never gone looking for a church. I don’t know how it works. I do know this. Today, I was HOME. I can’t describe it. I was at peace. I wanted to jump in with my whole being. I know this is a church that will be mine. I can’t wait for Sunday to come.