Lets go down to the river and pray....

They sit together in the pew and as I look around at our church I feel so blessed

just to be a part of this incredible body of Christ. As my children sit in this little white church they are surrounded by friends who love them, who love us. They are surrounded by three elders and their

wives who love the Lord and direct and take their job as shepherds seriously. 

One of the things I love most about our church is that every Sunday the men walk the aisle
in a single file line standing together and bringing communion back to their family.
Breaking bread and passing a goblet to their wife and children. I could tear up just about
every time I see these men standing in a line waiting their turn because I know these men, I know
their love for their family and for the Lord, I know how serious they take their
responsibility as husband and fathers. These are the men who prayed for us
on our adoption journey and when we brought our kids home these were the men
that loved on and continues to love on our children.
 These are the men that dug a grave for our son so my husband
wouldn't have to.
These are the men that have spit up on their suit jackets because
they're dads and they're involved. 
These men...
 So it's always a moving experience.
I know my own husband and how this one act has
changed him.
 Giving communion to his own family.

This morning we had a new family join our church and I was excited for them.

Because being a part, being accountable, being accepted,

being protected by a healthy church

is an amazing thing.

 

We were also having a baptism and as Zac slipped into the water,

his new family was there waiting for him when he came back up....

and we prayed...