Nov 4: I'm thankful for...

my church. Every Sunday, I wake up glad that I am headed there. Walking in there feels like going home. We are always greeted with smiles and hugs. Today, as I stood in the hallway waiting for my preschool kids to come to class, my sweet friend walked into my arms sobbing. That's the way our church works... always waiting there with open arms to hold us while we cry, to stand next to us worshipping the God that we love, to encourage one another, to fill each other up, and to pour out that Love on others.

And ya can't beat the view...