I miss church.
Seven months ago, we went for the last time.
I didn’t know it would be the last time. I didn’t know it would be the last time to worship with my friends.
I still worship at home. God is still the center of our lives.
But I miss worshipping TOGETHER.
Worshipping together made us stronger. It’s beautiful knowing there are others striving to become like Him, to be better for their families, and to spread love in the world. It truly is a wonderful thing to behold—the progress of mankind.
We strengthen each other with our experiences and testimonies. We strengthen each other in our struggles.
I think of the mother who lost a child to suicide.
I think of the wife who lost her husband in an accident.
I think of the lonely widows who delight in new company.
I think of the difficulties busy moms face in daily life.
We faced these challenges together when we came to church to worship.
I miss that.
I miss you.
Expanding our faith brought us together; we united in our purpose.
Why is it that our shared experiences are so profound?
How is it that we come closer to God by worshipping together?
I don’t think there’s anything more wonderful than the connection of one soul to another.
Our purpose becomes clear, our actions mean something.
To my church family, I want to thank you for the shared experiences. Thank you for the love you showed my family. Thank you for the service and love rendered. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for lifting me up when I needed it.
I will see you again.