I love my church

Right now, the kids are in bed, the house is quiet, I'm in my favorite clothes -- pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and I'm getting ready to make some hot chocolate. Jennifer is at church. Several years ago, at my last church, I used to say to some of my friends, that if I wasn't on staff, I probably wouldn't attend the church. (that's not saying anything about the people -- I loved the people, it's just I didn't fit in the traditional-trying-to-be-contemporary model -- and it's probably saying something about my immaturity -- which I had a lot of) What I'm trying to get to in this post, is that if I didn't work at Northwoods, I'd still go to church there. And right now, although it's nice to have some quiet, I'm so anxious to know what Cal said tonight -- I can't wait to get the CD in my box in the morning and listen to it!

(thank you God, for allowing me to be in THIS place, at THIS time!)