Coming home to Good Shepherd
The best part of coming to some legal conclusions about Darla is the ability to come home… and by that I mean return to the church that has been part of my life since kindergarten – longer than I have had my parents or my current last name.
I have missed the Hoover and Hubbles and Grahms.
My love of dark wood and stained glass started in the church where I played hide and seek under the pews
Both of my daughters have attended day care there.
This is where I learned to read music and Mrs Lucas taught me to sing.
The friends I keep tucked into my heart, whose successes and choices I celebrate : u met them there. Rachel and Jessica and Kirsten (one of my personal favorites with a wonderful family), Molly&Jesse, and Franklyn and the many many Aguilars. I see the Parrelli(I can’t spell that) s and so many of the women who have inspired and shaped me on the campus.
Today was one of my first forays home…and it felt wonderful.
God is everywhere, I never needed a building for faith (and my daughters are the same), but there is something about a church family that can never be replaced.
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