church

Grace and I checked out a new church yesterday. We haven't been to church since we moved back to FL, and I had a dream where my pastor from Utah said, "It's time." Heeding that, I told Grace on the way that this is a new church and I want to hear her opinion when it's over, whether she liked it, how she felt, etc. I had been on the church's website and looked at home groups, looking for those with child care and those that were close. I found two that looked promising.

We arrived at the church and Grace went to her class. I sat in the sanctuary and as it filled up, a man sat next to me. We exchanged pleasantries and then the service began. When it ended, he introduced himself and invited me to his home group. It was one of the two home groups that had child care and was close to our house. What are the odds that of the thousands of people who attend this church regularly, the home group leader would end up sitting next to me and invite me to his group?? I think it's a God thing.

Then, when I walked to Grace's classroom, she met me with a smile and said, "This is the one I want."

I didn't know what she meant at first, and then I realized, "Oh, you mean you liked going to church here?"

She nodded with a big grin, her hands full of a harp made of cardboard and rubberbands, and a bag with all of her coloring sheets and a little toy.

We're bringing the boys next week.