St. Luke's

I've spoken before of our journey for finding a church that better fit us and our needs. Last summer God led me to visit St. Luke's for the first time and I can't believe it's been a year. In so many ways I feel like I've been there forever, but in others, it's still a new, exciting adventure. This process has taught me so much about God's faithfulness. We were nervous to start a new journey and still are apprehensive about where we should be, but right now, I know we are happy and doing God's work. It hit me today as we walked out of church and Mason spoke to the custodian by his first name. Mr. Jerry. He vacuums the halls. Mason knows him by name and Jerry smiles and talks back. This makes me happy. My boys even know the custodian by name. This is what my heart has been desiring for so long. A place to know and be known. A place to grow and lead and do God's work. Today I got to love on and play with about 30 neighborhood kids. As I ran and played tag I felt alive again. I felt like I had a purpose in this crazy world we live in. Even though we don't get to talk God during our program, I did learn that a girl is planning on coming to church with her brother and mother this Sunday. God is good. And he puts you exactly where you need be when you need to be there. This is a place I've been asked to help, I've been encouraged to attend, and I've been missed when we are out of town. (Which is a WHOLE LOT). But no matter how many Sunday's go by that my family doesn't sit in the pew, I don't feel judged or left out. I just step right back in and get involved. This has been a good place to us so far and I'm thankful that I trusted God to lead us and I trusted that he would be faithful in our journey.