My emotions flew into overdrive today at church. What an amazing, spirit-filled, loving, loaded with servants, church family we have. I feel so at peace and at home when I'm at church. I want to be there all the time. Not because the thermostat is set perfectly or because potluck Sunday is heavenly, though it is, but because my heart aches to be with my church family. There is nothing like the love between believers who are filled with the presence of Jesus when we are together in worship and praise and studying the Word.
Why aren't more churches like this? Our pastor said it perfectly today. Too many churches see themselves just as this - a building where religion takes place. What we do at our "church" is different. We are the church. We gather together as the Saints, made holy and righteous because of Jesus. Thank you God for loving us and forgiving us as we fall in repentance at your feet! Thank you for adopting us as your own and hearing our cry as the needy and desperate children who need your grace and mercy.
Our church knows what this means - this spirit of adoption. They carry the heartache of orphans to their beds at night, and they do what God has called them to do for the least of His. We are so blessed to be part of this body of Christ. We have dear friends who have walked the path and cleared the road before us. We have friends investing in our journey. This is what I call true family.
We are getting closer to being on the waiting list. We've been through the fingerprint scan and the police stamp of approval. Now we prepare the last pieces of our dossier and get it ready to send out. I pray that God continues to hold our hands through this process. He has provided just what we need, just as we need it. How true He is to His word. What a faithful and loving God we serve.
