Seven years ago this fall, we walked into a tiny old building to attend a gathering at a new church that had recently started in town. We had visited different churches off and on for years and always Garth loved one that I hated or vice versa.
This was different.
There was something fresh and exciting happening. The teaching staff was young and energetic. We were coming in on the ground level of something big. We began attending regularly and I was immediately drawn in by the music. It wasn’t long before I auditioned and began singing with the worship team, and became close friends with the lead singer and pastor’s wife.
Seven years later and we are still attending that same church in a recently renovated space and with a new lead pastor. The founding pastor is still in ministry having planted another new church in a neighboring community. I’m still singing on the worship team, and today, I’m thankful for the opportunities God has given me to grown in my faith and friendships.
Having grown up in the church, I’m familiar with many of the stories, the Sunday School songs and have been in my fair share of Christmas pageants and Easter cantatas. Yet this faithwalk, this relationship, this dying to myself daily and following Christ – it’s different from when I was a child. And I wouldn’t be where I am today without the guidance of those around me. Today I’m beyond grateful for the chance to live and learn alongside some amazing people.