Haven't been to church in a while because I really haven't found the right church. I know all churches are "right" but want to find one that I know is the right fit for me and the girls. I leave my husband out of the picture because he doesn't go to church as much as I would. Went to visit small church here in our town because my favorite pastor, Denny Burris, was speaking about how he died twice and how God brought him back because he wasn't done with him yet. I love to listen to him preach. His sermon was very emotional and you could see how much it touched his life. I love it when a grown man can cry in public and not feel bad about it. He talked about how his family and friends took care of him while he was laying there and knew nothing was going on. This man is a walking miracle. He should not be alive after all that he went through. It was so nice to see old friends from Lancaster there and all his family members. It brought back many memories when I used to cut through the neighborhood yards to go over to the Burris' house to hang out.
I am going to make a promise to myself to find the "right" church for me and the girls. The girls are older now and I think that going to church to hear the message is important for them. When I go to church it just starts my week off right. I am in a better mood and feel ready to conquer the world.
Denny's message really hit home for me. He said that God is there all the time. There are many times that we ask him "Why is this happening?" He said it is the enemy trying to take over. So, I am going to fight off the enemy and not let him take over.
Some good things have finally started to happen in my life lately that I felt weren't going to so as far as I can see it, the scoreboard reads:
Shawn 1 Enemy 0
