I wanted to post this on the weekend, seeing as it was Thanksgiving here in Canada, but unfortunately I spent a large chunk of the weekend alternating between the bathroom and our bedroom, my trusty mixing bowl never far from my side. ‘Tis the season, I suppose …
Right now, I’m thankful for a lot of things. I’m thankful for my husband, who is kind and caring and patient. I’m thankful for my son, who keeps me laughing! I’m thankful for our crazy dog, even though she drove me nuts the night before last because she got the hiccups in the middle of the night and wouldn’t stop growling at them. And I’m thankful for 17 weeks of a healthy pregnancy.
The one thing I really wanted to document, though, is the fact that this year, I’m thankful for our church.
If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you might have guessed that I struggle when it comes to the topic of church. I’ve had a few too many bad experiences with a few too many people I thought I could trust to be anything other than somewhat cynical with respect to church – even though I’m a Christian, even though I’ve grown up in the church, and even though my husband is a pastor in every way besides official job title.
It’s taken me a long time to get to this place, but I can finally honestly say that I am grateful for our church.
I’m grateful for our church community, and all of the amazing friends we’ve made over the past four years.
I’m grateful for the children’s ministry, even though I can never tell exactly what Bible story Topher learned in kid’s church because his recap skills are still somewhat lacking. (So far he’s learned that “A man got stuck. God helped him out of the mud but he got stuck again.” And that “Jesus was a little big good man.”)
I’m especially grateful to finally have a place where I feel like I actually BELONG – not a place where I feel like I have to fit in.
I think Topher's thankful for church, too :) Here's a picture of him before his very first day at Sunday School, back in September:
