...about the small little church I grew up in with a group of people of which whom some were close relatives and some were not, but until I was probably 7 years old I didn't know the difference. We were like a big family, a community who spent life together.
I miss watching the parents play volleyball late into the summer evenings, playing simple games like tag or hide and seek, the christmas productions with flowered sheets as the backdrop, and most of all I miss hearing people get up in front of the church and share their testimony.
I have always loved hearing a person's own personal story of how the God of the universe met them right where they were and changed their lives forever. No matter how miraculous or seemingly simple the story is it always amazes me. Your testimony is something that is yours and probably the only thing you can share with the world that they can't argue with. I have paraphrased my testimony on paper so I don't forget details but I want to write it all down so that I can pass it down to my children to give to their children. What about you? Do you love hearing testimonies or sharing yours?
I love hearing other people's testimonies. Sunday night service at the church I grew up in was always a platform for different people to share what God was doing. I still have vivid memories of certain people sharing: some with joy, and some with tears in their eyes. It is so very powerful.
ReplyDeleteI completely agree with you. All the things you miss are what I miss as well! Our parents all visiting for hours while all the kids ran a muck, playing, fighting, and when it was time to go home, begging to spend the night w/ each other. I do miss that. I do think of all of those people as my family, blood or not.
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