Community

Sunday mornings often run a tad bit frantic, and they aren't my favorite. Time and again, I arrive at Church frazzled and irrationally irritated with myself, my family, and the world in general.

This Sunday, I had so many people stop me to say "hi" and chat. One woman I rarely see hugged me and told me she missed me. Plenty of my fellow church-goers loved on my baby, and let me know how perfect she is) I agree completely!) Several of them asked after my son (who is old enough to be home sick by himself, so that's where I left him).

All in all, I walked out of the Church building feeling so much better than went I walked in. I felt loved, and needed, and loved, and appreciated, and loved. It's that feeling of love that keeps me coming back when I want to throw my hands in the air and give up on the world and everything in it.

Today, I am so very grateful for community, for the fellowship and friendship and love I feel from my friends, and from the members of my Church, and yes, from my family.  Community.

What are you blessed with today?