Church Family

It is no secret that Ty and I believe you don't have to go to church to be a Christian. "We" are the church, not the building. We are the dwelling place for the Most High God. God can speak to us at home in the recliner, in the car while driving to work or anywhere He chooses. So why do I go to church? Some of you may say, "Well Heather has to go. She is the Pastor's wife." I would have to disagree. I grew up with a few Pastor's wives who did whatever they wanted to and they never apologized for their actions. I go to church because there is no place I would rather be. I felt real yucky last night for service. I was sitting at 5:15 on the couch in my lounge clothes. I had my glasses on and my hair was in a messy ponytail. My stomach was rolling and a bit of nausea was keeping me still. I sat there debating if I should get up and get ready or stay home and get in the bed. I never miss, so this one time wouldn't hurt. But I honestly couldn't stand the thought of not being there. Some of you I may not see for a week or more if I don't show up. I also know that when I don't feel so great, praise and worship always lifts me up. I had already heard the message on Sunday morning but Ty always says something different or I may catch something that I missed the day before. I strongly believe in the followers of Christ joining together for worship. It is a time of encouragement, growth and change. Ty's teachings always speak to my heart and challenge me. I also love people. I love to see your smiling faces. I love to pray for you when you are going through a tough time. On Saturday, I walked into the Fall Festival meeting at 3:30 for the pump up talk. The church was full of people wearing the same shirt and excited to serve others. I got a lump in my throat and I was filled with love. We came together and put on one the the most amazing events in Lea County. Together we gave to our community without expecting anything in return. We would have loved for them to join us in service the following day but no one was pressured. My friend RoAnn Whitmore said something on Sunday that spoke to my heart. "Even if the festival didn't bring one family to CJC, it brought our church together." We are a family. And together we can make an impact. I love each and everyone of you. I am blessed every time I see your face.