One of the things that I miss about Tulsa is this place-my church (First United Methodist Church). I think it will always be "my church". Don't get my wrong, we have found a wonderful church here in Minnesota but this is the church I was raised in, the church I was married in, the church where we have had several family members funerals, the church where my brother got married and the church where my little girls were baptized.Yesterday, I was so excited to worship in this place. Especially on Easter, I wanted/needed to hear all of my favorite hymns sung by phenomenal singers. I wanted/needed to hear the pipe organs. I wanted/needed to see so many familiar faces and get lots of hugs. I wanted/needed the girls to light up as they walked into the children's department. I wanted/needed to hear a wonderful message...it was everything I wanted/needed and it was perfect. We even got a surprise when the bag pipes were played during the "Amazing Grace." I was moved to tears. I am abundantly blessed!


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