Eleven years ago I walked into a church near my home and my life has never been the same. My then friend, now husband invited me to visit his church, I turned him down, then changed my mind and decided to attend a Sunday service while he was out of town. Everything changed from that point on. I remember looking around and seeing happy faces, smiles, laughter and love. I’d never seen happy looking Christians before. I also remember seeing so many couples in the church, including the pastors. I grew up in a church full of women whose husbands stayed at home. You could count the number of men on one hand. I’d never seen anything like this place and I clearly recall thinking “I want what they have.” The teaching there, my pastors, the members, and the relationships I’ve fostered are primary parts of my day-to-day friends. My closest friends were met because of that church. I have matured as a person, a woman, a wife, a friend and a Christian because of that church. I love my church and don’t see myself ever going to another as long as I live in this city.
How did you find your church home? Is it a big part of your life? Let me know in the comments below.
See you tomorrow.