Growing up I saw this community in action. My grandparents, on both sides of my family, were at the forefront of those activities. Seeing their example was the best thing for me and my siblings and cousins to watch through the years.
The past couple of weeks have been a bit stressful. Too many things to worry about and not enough time to get perspective with my special community. Not everyone has a close-knit community, unfortunately. Having seen the effects of such a community I don’t want to be without one. The good thing for me is that my community incorporates no less than 3 church families.
Right now my community is mostly based in Pleasantville; my Grandma’s church. All my life I have called it either my Grandparent’s Church, now it’s my church, but it feels weird to not say at least my Grandma’s Church. I have only said this for pretty much most of my life until this year. This church is the single church in my family that has had three branches of my family in this church for no less than 205 years. There is something so special about my time being here at this moment in time.
Tonight we had our first Cantata practice. I do believe this is my first ever Cantata where I am not simply a visitor. The feeling of being home was overwhelming and exactly what I needed. I am grateful for God’s guidance and His timing. His bigger plan always makes more sense from His view.
Jewells of Thought 
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