This morning was the first Sunday I was back at my own church in a couple of weeks due to some traveling. I love to travel, but three trips in four weeks was a little too much. But what I missed even more than sleeping in my own bed and cooking in my kitchen was my little church.
Today I was overjoyed to be back, to sing praises and pray with my brothers and sisters and to hear the word preached. I am refreshed and revived and thankful for fellowship, encouragement and the conviction that comes from a good sermon. It’s good to be home again, and even better to be with my church family.