Church

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Today I took the kids to the Baptist church here in town for, potentially, our last Sunday. It made my heart sick.

I grew up in the church that raised me. By that I mean the people there visited my mom in the hospital after my birth. They attended my birthday parties growing up. The kids that were in the nursery with me were also in youth group with me. It felt like home.

To this day after attending churches for almost 20 years, I have yet to experience anything comparable. Fremont Calvary Temple was close, but that was a long time ago. It grieves me to think that my children won't have the same experience. They've not known a church family, not in the way that I did anyway. 

The mentor chaplain warned us that we would have a difficult time fitting in at a church because of Dale's work. His schedule doesn't accommodate typical church attendance, so we have to go on our own. The kind of work he does goes unseen, and therefore it goes unacknowledged. It's not that he needs accolades, but the camaraderie of fellow ministers is hard to come by.

I was playing air piano in church this morning along with the worship team and it nearly brought me to tears. I have these gifts that sit by the wayside. It perplexed me. I have this neeeed to play and sing with no outlet.

All that to say this. I have this amazing family. Everyone I need shares my blood or is kin by marriage. And yet sometimes I feel like I don't have a home. :(

Lvb

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  1. Stewart FamilyJune 20, 2013 at 8:43 AM

    I know! I know! That is so tough! It is so hard to find the closeness in these BIG churches we go to. But I am praying it will happen for us too! Get your calendar set and make a road trip! The hospitality state is calling you....:)

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