I very rarely post twice in one day, but I am in absolute awe.

We have been somewhat private about our struggles at the church I grew up in, but I have left no mistake that we felt forced after almost 40 years of membership, to search for a church where we could worship with  clear heads and open hearts.

We traveled from church to church, visiting several over the last 6 months.  A few weeks ago chance, or maybe the Holy Spirit, led me into the doors of one I never expected to even visit.

We received a welcome I could not have expected.  The pastors went out of their way to seek us out, to introduce us, to help us tour the church, and to give us a brief background on their mission.

They invited Meghan to a music class which she has attended weekly.

Last Sunday in church, Meghan was invited up to collect the Thanksgiving food offering.

My conversations, however brief, have been remembered and referred to.  I was told we would be welcomed in every way, but that any changing of my membership from my existing church, because of the highly charged emotions would be discouraged for at least a year.  No pressure just a place to offer praise.

We have a meeting with the pastors next Friday.  My husband and I together, to learn more of their programming and their theology.

This afternoon I received a phone call.  The pastors wanted to make sure they invited Meghan personally to Sunday School, which begins tomorrow.  They wanted to invite our family to join theirs at their afternoon cookout.

The call lasted 3 minutes.  But they took the time to make it.  They took the time to care.  They know nothing of our struggles or our complex medical issues, or our Cowden’s Syndrome, but they care.

God’s plans are often mysterious, but my eyes are wide open so I can see where and if I am being led.

As I have said so many times before – God has been holding my hand through this journey.  I am surrounding myself with supportive people – of all faiths.

“Sometimes your blessings come through raindrops, sometimes your healing comes through tears.  Sometimes a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know you’re near.  Sometimes trials of this life, the rain the snow, the hardest nights, are Your mercies in disguise.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQan9L3yXjc  (The Laura Story video)