Church (again)

Before I start on the topic, I want you to know that there is so much more to this blogging world than I could have ever imagined. Prayer requests, links, shared topics, giveaways, I could go on and on! I learn more about it each day, as well as come across several interesting people and stories. Tonight, I am going to link up to Kelly's Korner Blog. She does Show Us Your Life Fridays. (I'm linking early. Never been early for anything in my life :) She gives a blog topic, and everyone blogs about it and links up. It really gives people the opportunity to share ideas and learn new things. Tonight's topic is "Tell us about your church." Well, I would love to.

I attend First Baptist Church in Sheridan, Arkansas.





I have attended this church my entire life. In fact, I played baby Jesus in the nativity when I was five months old. I became a Christian, got baptized, got married, and much more at this church. I have seen wonderful pastors come and go. I have been involved in programs that have changed my life, all because of this church.

I can remember always attending as a child and a youth. It seemed like if the doors were open, we were there. As I entered into college, I stopped going as much. I would come home and visit, but I did not go as much as I once had. At some point, I joined the singles group. That was one of the best decisions I could have ever made. The people I met became wonderful friends, and we all began to grow spiritually. I never imagined that a group and study could impact me the way that group did. The wonderful thing about a church family is that we sometimes end up growing close to people we would never expect, old and young.

Now, I've talked to y'all about my struggles with church in the past. After my mom died and Madeley came, I went through such a hard time. I always said I would never be mad at God, but I treated him like I was. I pretty much stopped going to this wonderful church. I separated myself from the things and person that should be most important. I can see that now. God never stops calling us, and He never stops reaching out to us. People consistently asked me if I was going to church. It was almost like God was questioning me... Aren't you going to come back Morgan? The bottom line is that I do want to go and be involved. I want Madeley to grow up going to church, as I did. She needs the opportunity to be taught the lessons of Jesus, so that she can grow into her very own faith.

When I went to church last Sunday, the welcome was amazing. When people hugged me and said, "Glad to see you back" and "So good to see you here", it just made my heart melt. This is my home. This is where I belong.

I am happy to share this experience with you, even though it seems like a story I would never tell you to your face. I hope it encourages you to find your own church family.

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She is just a mess... rolling on the floor! The next picture is a little blurry, but I have to share it and explain. Madeley has been using her bib as a little pouch. She wears it around and eats cheerios out of it. It makes me and Derrick laugh every time.












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