Saturday, March 9, 2013
On Going Back to *THE* Church
Look at that.
It's Saturday, again.
These weeks are just flying by!
Working 10 hour days doesn't leave much time for blogging, and I really miss it.
But, I'm here now.
Last Sunday, we went to church.
It was great, being back in church again.
This wasn't just any church. It was the church where I was first born as a little bitty, baby Christian.
I was 16, and I wore nothing but Old Navy, and I drove a 1982 Red Pontiac Firebird.
Jesus changed my life, and fueled everything in between then and now.
Now I'm back.
Not as a 16 year old blonde in a hot car.
But as a 33 year old married blonde (minus my current root situation) in a minivan.
It's a strange feeling - going back to a place that was so monumental in making you who you are today, but being older, wiser (?), and married and mid-career.
I felt old.
But, I'm glad I'm back.
Even with my forehead wrinkles.
And my minivan.
Especially with my husband.
There's no place like home.