...that warm fuzzy feeling...

This weekend was a church meeting that was held at my home church. People came from many different states to be with us. Some I hadn't seen in a long time, and some that I see every week.

I was blessed to be a part of this wonderful meeting. There was beautiful singing, wonderful preaching and fellowship from people near and far. But for me the thing that stuck out the most were the sweet words of encouragement from those that I love.

Words that will stick with me for days and years to come...

My situation has been very delicate, to say the least. I'm thankful to be at a point where I'm not only over the past, but my friends, family and acquaintances are over it as well. That's an important thing. Just because I'm over something doesn't mean I can go up to someone I barely know and make jokes about it. It doesn't work that way. I have to be respectful of the time frame it takes for a painful situation to blow over.

I'm thankful I have finally come to that point. I feel like the weirdness is over. I can finally be myself without feeling like I'm the elephant in the room that everyone must tip toe around. I feel like I'm back to being a part of everyone. I'm back to normal. It's such a wonderful feeling.

I still understand, though, that I'm different. I've been through something that most of the people in my church will (thankfully) never have to endure. So, even though I feel like I fit in, I know I'm not like everyone else.

I'm ok with that.

I'm ok with it because I can feel the love and acceptance from those I love. I can feel that I no longer have to be tip toed around. People feel comfortable approaching me to give me words of encouragement. People feel comfortable about coming up to me and telling me that they pray for me... or that they admire me. What wonderful words to hear from someone. I can't think of a greater honor in life than to have someone pray for me. It brings tears to my eyes to think of it. The thought of someone kneeling down at night to talk to God, and I'm on their heart. I'm one of the people they talk to God about. What a blessing it is to have so many wonderful people in my life.

I also had someone tell me today that they admire me.... What??? It doesn't feel right to be told that. It was wonderful to hear, but I'm just like everyone else. I don't feel worthy of admiration. If I'm doing anything that would make someone look at me that way, then they should give God the glory for it. I know I haven't done anything to feel worthy of admiration on my own. The only good that comes from me is what God leads me to do.

I'm so blessed. I'm so honored to be a part of the best church on earth. THE church, the only church that is true and of the Lord.

How was I picked to be the daughter of Primitive Baptists? Something that happened by chance has been the most amazing thing in my life.

I am so blessed, and I hope others in my church realize that they are too. Don't take church for granted. Drink it up, soak it up like a sponge. Make it the most important thing in your life. Don't just assume that it will always be there. Do your part to make sure that it will be.

What a wonderful weekend. I want to hold onto this feeling and never let it go.

My heart is very full tonight.