Today’s entry is dedicated to my pastor and church. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I LOVE OUR CHURCH! Our church is a second family to us, and without them, TJ and I would be lost. Our pastor and his family have done so much for us over the years that we’ve been a part of our church, the most recent of which was caring for the boys while I was in labor with T.G.
TJ’s mom and dad each live about an hour and a half away, and the afternoon I went into labor, it took some time for his family to stop what they were doing, get some things together, and then make the drive to the hospital. We didn’t want the boys at the hospital until they needed to be there. TJ missed Ta’s birth because he was with Th in the waiting room, and he didn’t want to miss another miracle birth because he was with the other children. We called our pastor, and he and his wife Gretchen came to the hospital, picked up the boys, and took them out for pizza. After eating, they brought them back to their house where their 2 youngest children (ages 12 and 18) helped to entertain the boys. Once TJ’s dad and step-mom were able to get to Rock Hill, our pastor brought the boys back to the hospital where I was able to see them and say goodnight. To this day, Th still talks about that evening fondly, and even jokes with the pastor’s youngest son (he’s 18) about his bed being made (that’s another story).
I don’t just love my church because of the pastor and his family, but also because of the wonderful friends we’ve made over the 3 years we’ve been there. Our church has grown significantly, and thankfully the Lord has brought some young couples as well as older ones. It is a nice balance, and our church literally has something for everyone. We are building a new building to house the Sunday School classes, and I am including pictures from the ground breaking ceremony we held last night to celebrate God’s blessings upon His church. My prayer is that everyone would find a church like ours: built on God’s Word and full of caring people who apply the truths of God’s Word to their everyday lives.
TJ’s mom and dad each live about an hour and a half away, and the afternoon I went into labor, it took some time for his family to stop what they were doing, get some things together, and then make the drive to the hospital. We didn’t want the boys at the hospital until they needed to be there. TJ missed Ta’s birth because he was with Th in the waiting room, and he didn’t want to miss another miracle birth because he was with the other children. We called our pastor, and he and his wife Gretchen came to the hospital, picked up the boys, and took them out for pizza. After eating, they brought them back to their house where their 2 youngest children (ages 12 and 18) helped to entertain the boys. Once TJ’s dad and step-mom were able to get to Rock Hill, our pastor brought the boys back to the hospital where I was able to see them and say goodnight. To this day, Th still talks about that evening fondly, and even jokes with the pastor’s youngest son (he’s 18) about his bed being made (that’s another story).
I don’t just love my church because of the pastor and his family, but also because of the wonderful friends we’ve made over the 3 years we’ve been there. Our church has grown significantly, and thankfully the Lord has brought some young couples as well as older ones. It is a nice balance, and our church literally has something for everyone. We are building a new building to house the Sunday School classes, and I am including pictures from the ground breaking ceremony we held last night to celebrate God’s blessings upon His church. My prayer is that everyone would find a church like ours: built on God’s Word and full of caring people who apply the truths of God’s Word to their everyday lives.
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~Carole