Every Sunday at church, there is a sweet old man who sits in the same pew as I do, or in a pew close to me. He wears the same rainbow plaid shirt, khaki slacks, and yellow sweater each Sunday. I’ve barely spoken ten words to him on any given Sunday, but he feels like family to me.
Church is home to me. Church has always been my safe haven. No matter where I am in the world, I can pop into a church and feel at home.
When I look around at the familiar faces on Sunday mornings, it always makes me smile—the families with their bundles of innocence, the elderly who can barely walk but still make their way into the pews…and then there are the brothers and sisters who return after a long absence, with tissues in their hands and tears of hope, faith, and love in their eyes. That’s the beauty of faith. When you’re hurting, faith brings you hope, and shows you that you can never lose the love in your heart. It also shows you that you are never alone, and that there’s a neighbor in a stranger nearby.
Keep the faith ladies and gents. You are never alone ;)
BIG LOVE & HUGS