(I was planning on posting WWW today but this came to fruition while I was blowing out my hair this am so check back next Wednesday - I will have a WWW post, I promise!)
I love my church. I love, love, love my church.
I was raised in a Christian home and grew up going to church on Sunday. When Jason & I got married, neither of us were really going to church faithfully. I can't tell you a reason why because I don't know a reason why. We both believed in God and both loved God but just were not going to church. We tried a few out but never found one that we both felt the spark at.
Fast forward 6 years. Looking back on those 6 years now, it seems like an eternity without a church.
There was one we felt the spark at. We tried Palm Valley a few times but my own stubborn reasons kept us from going back there. After every different church we tried and didn't really click with, I would feel a tugging at my heart that said "Palm Valley". I knew that was where God was wanting us to be. I felt God finally say "Katie, get over it."
Fast forward 6 months.
When we started going to PVC, we joined a small group like the 2nd Sunday we were going, no joke. The church has 4 different services so we knew if we wanted to feel "plugged in" we needed to join a small group. The group had just started a book called "The Divine Mentor" and I know for a fact we read that book for a reason. It spoke about the importance of daily time in the Word which is something that neither Jason nor I were doing. There is a story in the book where Wayne (the author) talks about how someone on his staff came into his office complaining about feeling like he wasn't being fed spirtually at the church. Wayne point blank asked him if he was spending time in God's word and the staffer answered no. Wayne then went on to ask "If you were starving but had access to food, would you not eat?" The staffer scoffed and said "No! Of course I would eat!" to which Wayne answered "Exactly - you would feed yourself."
This little story smacked me across the face. If I wanted to be fed and grow, I needed to feed myself.
There are many reasons why I love the my church. I love that Jason & I have grown closer to people we can "do life" with. I love that Addison LOVES to go to Sunday School and Drew runs to the nursery. I love the woman's Bible study that I have been a part of the last few months. I so look forward to the time I get to spend with our small group & my Bible study ladies!
The biggest reason why I love my church is because it makes me feel uncomfortable. (Say wha?) I know that might not make sense right away but my church challenges me. Sitting in a seat on Sunday morning, nodding my head doesn't cut it. They challenge me to grow, which can feel uncomfortable at times.
{The current series at PVC is titled The House. Last week's message talked about loving the church which sparked this post. You can click the link to see the message if you'd like! Like my shirt? It says "I heart my church"!}






















