Decisions Decisions

Several years ago through a series of events my hubby and I realized that God was leading us to leave the church we were attending. So we found another church. A church were we are accepted and loved for what we are. We still love the people at our old church but God was speaking and we moved.

We have been at the new church for two years now (we at the other one for 15 years.) Over the last two years I have wondered how big a part my hurt feelings had to do with it. Was I just throwing a hissy fit because I wasn't getting my way? Was I was trying to call someone's bluff cause I wanted them to tell me the church would never manage without me? Was I mad because no one was listening to me? The answer always came up no but I always wondered.

Now I love my new church. I love the CHURCH. I have found family there... moms, dads, sisters, brothers, nieces and nephews. People who celebrate my victories and mourn my losses. Every time we leave church I turn to my husband and say...I love our church. After two years to still feel that is a great thing.

Something happened on Sunday that forever sealed that decision my mind. It was little things that added up to big things. There was a community worship service at the old church. My hubby was singing in the choir. I was going. I don't know what I expected but I was trembling in fear. When I got out of my car I thought "Just like Daniel and the lions den" So I stuck out my chin and walked in. There stood a lady from the new church. "Praise the Lord, I don't have to go alone" was screaming in my head. Before I could even sit down two children (maybe teenagers, we act like children) wanted to sit by me. My heart burst with joy. All the fears I had God took care of.

My family was there for me. They love me. I also realize that my old church still love me too and although I worship with a new family now I don't have to choose between the two. it doesn't have to be one or another. A Girl Scout song says you can keep the old friends and still make new friends. Why as adults do we think we have to choose?

When we got home last night hubby and I were talking about the service and he summed it. "They love us" We can feel the love. Oh and they accept us as we are, warts and all. They accepted us when we walked through the door the first time.