Standing by the door
I thought of stern faces from yesteryear
and almost walked away.
Suddenly,
a pleasant sound was heard!
Opening the new door,
rows and rows of faithful,
happy,
joyful,
loving,
welcoming faces met my gaze!
A sudden glowing hush,
a procession lining up,
the organ sounded!
I knew I was home!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2016
That is precisely how I felt when I returned to church for the first time in so many years. I’m home! Blessings, Martha!
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We do not mean to exclude, but we can get caught up in our own challenges and forget our purpose. Ah, the blessing of HOME.
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Beautiful one 😃
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Thanks!
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Beautiful, Martha. What a beautiful way of describing the congregation of the faithful to our Lord. We are family, and our gathering together should feel like home, but sadly, it often does not. Thanks for writing this beautiful tribute.
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Thank you so much, Linda! Blessings!
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love this!
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THANKS! Bless you!
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I love being at church too. Thank you for following my new blog. I’d appreciated your prayers, dear Martha 🙂
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You have them sister!
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🙂
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