I had the opportunity this morning to visit the Church of my childhood. While the people may have changed some, and they have enlarged the building…in many ways it hasn’t changed at all. The stained glass windows were the same, the pews and lighting unchanged…even the color of the sanctuary was as I remembered. In many ways it was very comforting to see my memories still there, still standing strong, still as I remembered.
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I love the idea of seeing the churches I grew up in. One is majestic and ornate – some of the ornamental fixtures are upgraded and the other church was a little white log cabin church – unassuming, country like and quiet. It has changed the most since now it is under water! A dam was built and put the little church under water. It was sad to know that those memories can’t visually be visited but will always hold a very special place in my heart. The memories of Jesus’ love in those churches are the best memories and those will never go away. Thanks for the reminder of how blessed my childhood was and how wonderful it has been to know Jesus all these years. Everyday with Jesus is sweeter than the day before.
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