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I went to church for the first time in years today, and I felt as if God was welcoming me home.
The service was wonderful- everything I needed. However, the best part of it was all the singing we did. I was raised as a Roman Catholic, and I always loved singing the old hymns as a child - I knew the words and the tune, and would sing my heart out (much to my mother's embarrassment at times- she said I sang too loudly). Later on, when I was in high school, I attended church at the United Church of Christ where my boyfriend's mother was the organist for the choir. She got me involved with singing in the choir there, and I felt like that's what I was meant to do- lift my voice to to the Lord in song.
However, after I started college, I stopped going to church. I lost my way, spiritually, and fell into a period of very dark times. I look back on it now and believe that God may have been testing me. I was very angry with him during the worst of these times, when I ended up jobless and homeless. However, there was still a spark of something in me that believed, and I told Him, "If this is how you want things, your will be done."
For the first time in years, I went to church. And I sang. I sang my heart out to the Lord. His love filled me, and I sang with all my heart to show Him that I loved Him too, and that I still have faith in Him. He works in mysterious ways, and I know that the dark times are past. If things get hard in the future, I have Jesus and God here as my rock, I can come to Them when I am frightened, or weak, or frustrated. I don't have to go on alone anymore.
And for that, I will sing with all my heart.
The service was wonderful- everything I needed. However, the best part of it was all the singing we did. I was raised as a Roman Catholic, and I always loved singing the old hymns as a child - I knew the words and the tune, and would sing my heart out (much to my mother's embarrassment at times- she said I sang too loudly). Later on, when I was in high school, I attended church at the United Church of Christ where my boyfriend's mother was the organist for the choir. She got me involved with singing in the choir there, and I felt like that's what I was meant to do- lift my voice to to the Lord in song.
However, after I started college, I stopped going to church. I lost my way, spiritually, and fell into a period of very dark times. I look back on it now and believe that God may have been testing me. I was very angry with him during the worst of these times, when I ended up jobless and homeless. However, there was still a spark of something in me that believed, and I told Him, "If this is how you want things, your will be done."
For the first time in years, I went to church. And I sang. I sang my heart out to the Lord. His love filled me, and I sang with all my heart to show Him that I loved Him too, and that I still have faith in Him. He works in mysterious ways, and I know that the dark times are past. If things get hard in the future, I have Jesus and God here as my rock, I can come to Them when I am frightened, or weak, or frustrated. I don't have to go on alone anymore.
And for that, I will sing with all my heart.
