I was so blessed this Pentecost Sunday. I went to Mass at my old parish and realized how much I missed the priest. I loved his message in the homily and his beautiful singing voice. The church had been renovated and was just beautiful. I decided to grab my camera and go back for the next Mass to see if I could get some photos from the choir loft. It just so happened that I knew the young man playing the organ from youth ministry days, so I asked him about it. He said it would be fine. When I went back and up to choir loft, I realized I knew the 3 women singing. It was like the old days with a new young keyboard player. It was a blessing to sit with them, hear the music up close, and see the view from up there. I visited with several people after Mass, then headed to a friend’s house. Some of the old youth ministry people joined and we talked and laughed. We reminisced about events we did, about great times, sad times, struggles, and God Sightings. We shared photos and stories of how our “kids” are doing now and agreed that our days were the best days. I felt incredibly blessed to be in a place and with friends that mean so much to me.

I Found God in a meaningful place with great friendships.