There's something so reassuring about walking up the steps of a little old church to enter in for Sunday worship. Walking in and being greeted by brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers. Watching as the women aged with wisdom hug each other and take their spot on the wooden pew that they have sat in for years. Seeing the little ones sing hymns as loudly as they can. Listening to the minister speak from the word of God and thumbing through the familiar pages of the bible.
I am thankful for Sundays, and that little old church I am blessed to visit.