My mom called and talked with her sister this evening. Her sister told us of how she went to church this evening. The small country church had been closed for a year due to COVID, but opened after Easter. She said she was so happy to go to church, she couldn’t even fully explain how wonderful it was. It felt normal. They talked about how going to church is such a huge part of their lives – especially when there is so little going on for them right now. But it was more than just the “going” to church, it was “being” in church. While it was was difficult for my aunt to express what she meant, we understood. And I am sure there are millions of others who understand as well.

I Found God today in a reminder of the blessing of going to church.