I was always heavily involved in anything and everything at church. I was raised to understand that church was more than just a place we go on Sunday mornings. More often than not, my church was my second home. From being the first to get there and last to leave Sunday mornings, weekly Bible studies, AWANA, work days, you name it, my family was there. Growing up in this environment taught me a lot about who we are called to be in the body of Christ, but also the reasons behind it. There were times when going to church became a chore for my family and I, rather than a service. Apart from learning and growing, my church truly did feel like my family and most of the relationships I had were built from
I was always heavily involved in anything and everything at church. I was raised to understand that church was more than just a place we go on Sunday mornings. More often than not, my church was my second home. From being the first to get there and last to leave Sunday mornings, weekly Bible studies, AWANA, work days, you name it, my family was there. Growing up in this environment taught me a lot about who we are called to be in the body of Christ, but also the reasons behind it. There were times when going to church became a chore for my family and I, rather than a service. Apart from learning and growing, my church truly did feel like my family and most of the relationships I had were built from