I love our church. It was slightly over a year ago that David and I began going to Grace church. I was thinking this morning how it takes time to become really plugged in to a network of Believers. I fluctuate between being an open book–sharing my heart on my sleeve, and cutting myself off from  some people–not wanting to be vulnerable. Vulnerability can be a curse and a blessing, as can telling too much to too many people. The way we speak to others is such a fine balance! This morning I was thinking about the Psalm’s lines, “I was glad when they said unto me, let us go to the house of the Lord.” I’ve often been convicted by those words. I don’t LONG for the courts of the Lord as I should. I long for comfort, pleasure, sleep, safety and security for my children…. But last night I was thinking since I worked in the nursery the past two Sundays, how much I am missing from the real fellowship of Believers on Sunday morning. Though I enjoy serving the little ones and freeing up other moms like myself so that they can worship free of distractions, I really  felt the absence of that meaningful time with other Believers worshiping and being fed. I look forward to next Sunday, saying with the Psalmist, I rejoice to go to the House of the Lord! Also, I look forward to growing friendships with other believers from Grace. There are such sweet lives lived out whom I look forward to getting to know better.