Every car in the parking lot I know. There is no stranger here. Differences are here of course. This is not a place of perfection. But they are set aside in worship.
Sunshine over head. As we approach, singing can be heard. Before I have chance to reach for the door, it opens, and warm hugs are given all around. Good friends that haven't been seen for too long.
And we go sit in a creaky pew, take out a hymnal, and sing.
This place is a shelter. This place is a fortress. This place is a refuge.
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RandomNot out of boredom. It's the little things that interest me and spark my imagination.
