Big Daddy and I spent the first seven and a half years commuting almost an hour to church each Sunday. We went for church and to see my family. We were content. I had wanted to find a church here in town when we first moved here, but it just didn't happen.
Between Big Daddy's school schedule and The Muffin, our weekends were getting away from us. I casually mentioned finding a church here in town and for the first time ever, Big Daddy agreed that it was a great idea. We made our "list" of three churches that had early services and went to one.
I was pleased with the thoughts of going there. Several people that we knew attended this church. We didn't leave The Muffin the nursery because we just couldn't. Big Daddy left with her a little after the service started. We both thought the church felt a little cold and the people were not as friendly as we'd expected. It reminded me of the church that I grew up in and I just thought we would start going there. The Muff was sick the next week and Big Daddy went to that church alone. He decided that it wasn't the right one.
Several months passed and just over a year ago we went to "our" church for the first time. One of my former co-workers went there and we happened to run into her in the parking lot. She helped us find the nursery and we left The Muffin. For the first time ever, we left her with people that we didn't know. Everyone was so nice and warm and welcoming. Big Daddy went to check on Muff and came back carrying her. She had been crying. She made it through part of the service and then he left with her. We left church that day and decided to try it again. We went the next Sunday and actually left The Muffin for the entire time. That is when she fell in love with Ms. Bell in the nursery. (We thank God for her every single day) We fell in love with this church and we never made it to number three on our little list!
A little over a year later we enjoy going to church. We're not content...we're happy. Each Sunday we walk away with something that matters in our lives. I think every sermon has felt like it was meant to help us deal with the previous week or it helps us deal with a trial that we know we will have during the coming week. As we get in the car Big Daddy always asks if we could have found a better church, and our answer is always no .
This past Sunday we had a very special service, but I'll save that for tomorrow.
To Be Continued...
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