So today the farmer and I moved out of our comfort zone.
I was raised in church, a small church that was close-knit and so special to my heart. When the farmer and I began dating, we occasionally began going to his dad's church at some point and also to the baptist church in Rebecca, Ga. The one in Rebecca was so far away so sometimes we just stuck with the one in our town. When we got married we began going more and more.
But, over time, things began to change. The feelings I had at one time just weren't there. I didn't feel "on fire". During quarantine, I knew that my faith, my worship, my relationship with God, was now in my own hands. So I began having church at my home, in my prayer room, in the woods, around the farm. I began to feel the feelings I once. When the churches began to open back up, in a way I was torn, do I go back to church where I was beginning to feel watered down? or do I continue worshiping from home where I felt God's presence in every prayer? I was beginning to get so comfortable with this relationship with God.
And then Krystal messaged me.
Krystal is one of my more pushy friends, she doesn't take no for an answer. She invited me to church. And then she invited me to her church. And then she invited me to church. And each time I said maybe some other time. Maybe another day. Not today, maybe next time.
She then began recruiting our other friends to come to the church. Before I knew it, I was teamed up on. lol!
The night before, I began to get anxious. A new church, new people, I was a little nervous to be honest.
The rain was going to be pouring. I was worried about my car cranking. Kevin didn't want to go. Ugh, it couldn't have gotten much worse.
Kevin decided that night that he would just take me. He wasn't excited about visiting a new church, but he decided to go to make sure to support me.
Today we went to the church not really knowing what to expect. We went to Abundant Life in Nashville, Ga. We met all our friends there and we sat with Krystal and her family. Kevin enjoyed the music, it was like a rock concert and he really enjoyed that. I enjoy the old school hymns so the music was okay with me just not what I'm used to. But the feeling during the songs, the number of prayers going up, the anointings, it was so different from what we were raised up to know but it was so beautiful to be an onlooker to. The spirit of God was truly in that church, moving through each member.
When the sermon began though, it was so funny. The man preaching, I believe he's maybe a temporary pastor or something? But he said, "There is a reason you are here today!" and then he said he didn't want to even come to church this morning and that's how he knew it was going to be a good sermon because the devil always tries to talk you out of doing something for God. I wanted to sink into my seat because I knew that my husband and I had been in that boat. I could've made 1,000,000,000 excuses as to why I didn't want to go, but we did and we got so much out of the sermon to take into the week. It was a very powerful message.
We will probably be back, we talked about keeping our options open as far as churches go and maybe "church shopping" a little. But this church had a radiating power in it unlike any I had ever seen.
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