Every Sunday growing up from the day I was born, my family and I went to church. We had a small home church in Mesquite called 'Higher Ground'. This was our family, the Pastor and his wife are actually my God parents. So I have always been around the love of God, knowing who he is and knowing the life I am here to live. However when I moved to Corsicana in 2007 things had changed. Not in the sense of straying away from God, but in the way I felt welcomed in the house of God.
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This went on from my freshman year to graduation. So four years, I searched for that home. I would walk in, find my seat and pray to God, "Lord open my ears, my mind and heart. Speak to me. Let me take something out of here today." I did this. And nothing. Not until I moved after graduation to east Texas. I went with my sister to a church, Lake Pointe Rockwall. This is a church where when you see it, you have amazement. It is huge!!! [I mistaken it for a hospital the first time I seen it.] I know some people think, 'Ehhh, I hate big churches!' cough, cough my own mom. [I know you're reading this mom.] We have a Starbucks in it, a library, a book store, life groups, prayer center, lobby, seating all along the hall ways, there is everything. I mean seriously the average attendance each Sunday on combined services is over 10,000 people. To some this might be intimidating. But the moment I walked into the church, before the lesson even started, I felt God. I felt the feeling of home I did when I was in Corsicana. Being graduated going on two years in June 2015, it is still the same.
[Told you it was big.]
Honestly though, The pastor doesn't know me. My life group teacher does. The people I sit with every single Sunday do also, the other 9,950 people, don't know me either. Some might say because the pastor does not know me, means it isn't right for me. Some people think this way. I don't. I don't feel the need to know everyone's name as I did in my home church Higher Ground. Or to know what everyone does. I just really don't. Because I go to church for one thing. To worship my God. To give him praise as I do every other day of the week. To learn his word.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh12TQCDXgrOK2vJVmKH4z5FVqHVcI7PKXGGDhmuGW1D3DtZd1juRXC-hD1Gop7_IpFmAxI7qjBdRqwksU5rU-9u4KMtKZLws_FR0w23Igbzm-ehZcgCOIGVZlFxHU2SstUN91K1STQ7DM/s320/FullSizeRender+%252814%2529.jpg)
Now don't get me wrong. I don't know everything about God's word yet. I sin daily although I try not to. I slip sometimes.. But as God said 'He is that without sin among him, cast the first stone.'. The reason I even wrote this blog is because it has been something that's on my heart. It has been for a long time, but really the past few days. Which is, just because your faith is different, The way you worship is different [[I use to think because I cannot speak in tongues like most of my family can means my faith is not strong enough; but that was not true.]] maybe even just because the church you go to isn't the same as others, or because you do quite time and someone else doesn't. Whatever it is, does not make you wrong. It does not mean you don't deserve God's love any less than someone else. Your relationship with God, is only one you and him can understand. So don't feel uncomfortable, don't be ashamed. WORSHIP YOUR GOD AND NO OTHER. Love him unconditionally.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness, come before him with joyful songs. Know the Lord is God. It s he who made us, and we are his,, we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations. -Psalm 100
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