Over the last year, I have fallen in love with corporate worship.
For months, we had lazy Sundays of jammie church and coffee.
Honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted to break that trend when our church announced that it would be opening it's doors again.
Sundays had become a routine.
We would watch the sermon and maybe sing a song.
When I signed up for church the first week that we could attend and I stood with the smaller congregation and listened to the singing of others around me, I sobbed like a baby.
We are meant to worship together. To do church together.
Hearing other sing, even with muffled voices thanks to the masks.
I knew I needed to be there.
I know I need to be there. With you.
God has been revealing Himself to me this year. I want more and more of Him. I am thankful for those in my life who are seeking Him, pursuing Him with me. I love the church.
