Things on the wall (or refrigerator in some cases) seep into our subconscious and silently change our lives forever...
"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
This quote was on my refrigerator for years... the years that I now refer to as "the painful years".
But not so long ago, I walked this aisle of my church and this picture which was taken of me with my son the night before my wedding to Randy reminded me of that sticky note which was on my refrigerator all those years.
This church was where I found peace and joy, friends and happy times during those painful years. Seeking more joy in my life, I joined the choir shortly before I learned that my brother had Stage-4 Cancer the day before my dear stepfather went on Hospice.
About four years later, I met my husband, Randy. On our first date, he asked me what I did for fun and excitement. I told him I sang in two choirs, to which he inquired, "What church do you go to?" I told him that I attended the Tewksbury Congregational Church and he smiled and said, "That's the church I grew up in."
Just over two weeks later, we got engaged. He began coming to church with me and joined both the choirs I was in. We joined the Membership Classes and joined the church that November. The following June, we were married there.