I did not grow up in the church. The early years of my life I was raised by my mom, who was a single parent. She told me the only thing she regrets in regards to raising me, was that we did not go to church. Of course I went to the occassional Easter service, but as a child and young adult I never fully understood what it meant to have Christ in my life.
I knew that my husband had grown up going to church and when we married he expressed his desire to continue going with his family. We began going, but at that time I was not fully committed and we bounced around from church to church for a while. Eventually, we let our busy lives separate us from the church and we found ourselves not attending at all.
I am so proud of you--I almost cried when I read your post! I know how you feel and I too need get back into church too. I love you and your sweet heart!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thanks!
ReplyDeleteI agree, you just never know what joy God can bring until you finally surrender. He is awesome. Kisses and hugs!!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome Melissa, I am so happy you and your family have found a place where you feel comfortable and enjoy it! God truly is good!! and I love your blog... i think i'm gonna go buy some sheets and make some art! cool idea!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your sweet comments! Just leave some sheets for me, Kim! ;)
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