Just before I moved to Cedaredge Colorado, the earth under my feet shattered and sent me falling into a place of unknowns. After arriving in Cedaredge, I surveyed several churches and found Cedaredge Community United Methodist Church. The church members took me in like they had known me for my entire life. This restored the ground underneath my feet. After I began participating in the church, I told the congregation that my mother had been in prison for two years. The church members acted like the parent I didn't have and allowed me to cry in their arms. Not only did they support me emotionally, they supported me in everything else, too. Eight years later, those church members appear in my life whenever I need a step up. This constant feeling
