Today being Wednesday, the girls and I headed to church earlier this evening. They went to their respective classrooms (Milly actually, willingly goes to her class now, which is nothing short of a miracle) and I headed off to my class. There are no Wednesday night worship services; rather, there are classes that run in 8-12 week "series," and you choose the class that appeals to you from each session. There are usually several that sound wonderful, and it's a hard choice. This session, though, was a no brainer - it was called Balancing Life's Demands, and was taught by Pastor Steve.
Tonight was the last class of this series, and I'm sad to see it end...but wow, what a last night. I sat there and heard exactly the words I needed to hear. For discipline. For uplifting. For inspiration. I'll share it all in a later post, but suffice it to say, my niggling "what do I do about this" prayers were answered directly tonight.
That's not an uncommon occurrence at Osborne Baptist, which is why on day two, I am thankful for my church.
If you've been reading my blog for a while - or are lucky enough to know me in person (haha) - then you know how I've been struggling in the church department for the past couple of years. Not with faith, but simply where to go. My husband and I have a "home" church - where we grew up, met, etc. - and the decision to seek out a new church was not an easy one. Feeling like a traitor to my "old" church, it took quite some time to "allow" myself to feel at home anywhere else. But I was fortunate to find one that I love, even though it is veeeeery different from what I was used to.
A wise woman has told me several times now that one needs a church where they are "fed" spiritually, and OBC does that for me. I can't tell you how many times I've had experiences just like the one tonight, where I walk in for a service or class and hear Scripture that applies directly to what's going on in my life at that time. I am so very grateful.
(My word, how many "quotes" can I use in one blog post?!)
Of course, it should go without saying that I am also (so, so) grateful that God loves ME enough that He sent his only son to die for ME...and for you. He has blessed me so many times, with a wonderful family and so much more. Without Him, the church itself would be just another building.
