One of the hardest things about moving this year was leaving my church. My church is like another family for me. I love all the folks there and I know that if I need anything they would be the first ones to help me. The same goes for me if they needed help.
My Sunday School class is called the Seekers. We are a mixed assortment of married couples, widows, singles, and women whose husbands don't come to church. I fall into the later group. It has taken me years to find a class that I felt comfortable in. I did not fit into the couples group, or the younger group, so when I found this group I knew it was for me. I love each and everyone of the people in my class. We hang out together and most of us sit together in church.
The class is so open and we all have different problems. That is what makes us unique because we all have had problems, but we are dedicated to helping others. I can be honest and speak my heart without fear of acceptance or judgement. It is rare to find friends that are so different and yet so similar.
I miss volunteering with the choir kids,VBS and helping out. I miss that connection and I am looking for it in our new community. This is one of the reasons that I am so sad, but I know in time I will find my place. I will build those friendships with new folks. I am blessed to be in a loving church with open hearts, open minds, open doors. I am a Methodist in case you did not know by the next to the last sentence.