Coming Home

This Sunday we had the priviledge of attending the church that Gloria grew up in and we were married in six years ago. There is something always special about coming home to a place where people know you. Of course, it has been several years since we had been there, so there were many new faces, but it has specail also to meet new faces in the crowd. It ended up being especially nice because they had a picnic, complete with horse rides, clowns, and games for the kids. Sam really liked the horses and the special sand box they had, full of soft white sand- great for wiggling toes in. We got to spend a lot of time reconnecting with old friends we had not seen in quite a while.
One neat thing was that the church had just had a missions trip to Mexico with the youth, so we had a chance to hear about their trip to work at an ophanage there. It was really neat to see how God is working in those teens lives as well as in Mexico. What a joy it is to see God working!
This visit came at a time when we were starting to feel a bit discouraged. What a blessing it was to step out in faith and see God do good things.