Today I did it. I took a leap and went to church in the Big City. I've had to do some silent encouraging. I've been terrified to go....alone. A lot of people here are spiritual but the ritual of actually going to church is not a big deal. It's daunting to walk into a church where you don't know a soul. Not to mention, being new to the city....where do you go....how do you pick a church if you don't know anything about them (or even where they are)? It's been hard.
So yesterday I decided. Beth, YOU are going to church tomorrow. Find one. So I got on the internet. Googled churches near my house. A Presbyterian church popped up. I looked at their website. It looked inviting. So I decided I would try it.
I get there this morning. Oddly at ease about being there. I walked in and made eye contact with this woman. We started talking. She picked up on the accent...as I picked up on hers too. Where was she from? Yes, Mississippi. Where did she go to school? Yes, Ole Miss.
She was actually the preacher. We had a great conversation about SEC football. We learned we were sorority neighbors. I met her husband....and nearly half the church. Then, in walks a girl from my program. We sat together....I wasn't alone. The organ began playing, my heart was swelling, and my eyes were filling with tears. I was in the perfect place....and He brought me there.
He did as he always does.
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