Today, while sitting in church, probably about ten minutes into the sermon, it hit me: I am going to miss this place!
All of a sudden, I was just trying so hard not to cry. It didn't really work. Which I always wonder what people around must think, like "well, that point wasn't THAT moving."
Anyway, it hit me: I really really love it there. I have been so immensely blessed by that place, whether through individuals, or sundays, or small groups, or pre-schoolers! I love it. And the idea of six months away from it, smacked me in the face today. In the middle of church.
It is my perfect church. It's funny, because people say you will never find your perfect church, and every time I've heard that in oh, the last year and a half I've thought, pretty sure I did. For me.
For me, right now, and for the past two years, and I think when I come back, it is the perfect church. And six months will be really hard,...
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