My Church Story

When I was about three or four years old my family began attending a baptist church. I grew up there, grew to love the people and to feel that it was my home away from home. When I was almost sixteen we left...the details of that sad day I will spare you. After leaving this church we started our own church with a few other families. For about 3 years we worshipped together. From living rooms, to renting the upstairs of a house to the downstairs of a church we grew together...maybe not in number as we would have like but we grew none the less in spirit, in grace and in love.
I so enjoyed teaching the children Sunday evenings. I enjoyed singing with them, I enjoyed using my flannel graph and making little work sheets for them. I enjoyed laughing with them and praying with them and for them. They blessed me, those children every Sunday I was with them.
This whole church has blessed me. We may not have done all we wanted to, we may not have seen our dreams become reality but the truth is I'm a better person because of this little church.
All good things come to an end and so our church me together for the last time last Sunday.
It was time...at least God thought so-so we learn to think so.

I have no regrets, none...our little church was just what I needed the last few years of my life. Life changing things occurred to me and life lessons were learned.

But now the time has come to go on...to look for a new resting place, to worship with new people. Sometimes in order to embrace all God has for us we have to open our arms uncomfortably wide and sometimes what we are looking for is in a place or people we would not normally have thought. I am willing to try new things! =)

May the Lord bless His church and may we bless the Lord!

Elizabeth