After being on and off, I’m rediscovering the peace and strength that come from returning to church, embracing faith with a heart full of new beginnings.
Since I was younger my mom occasionally brought me to church, for holidays, yet I disliked sitting through hours of sitting and standing, pretending I was deep in prayer, when really, I was deep in sleep! As I reached my second year of middle school, I met one of my closest friends. She and I both had many similarities accept she had a close relationship to Jesus. We began to talk about my drifting away, and she liked telling me stories of her best memories there starting she was young, since her father was a pastor there. Eventually, she convinced me to accompany her that Sunday. I loved my experience there and began to make my own memories. It began to shape the beginning of my journey with Christ.
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