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Gratitude for Church


Today I would like to tell you that I'm thankful for my church.

It sounds like a good preacher's wife thing to be thankful for doesn't it?! I can't help it!

We have been at this church for 4 years. The month after we came here, the Singing Christmas Tree was erected. I didn't think much of it. The announcements were made that the tree was going up but I really wasn't interested and didn't understand what the big deal was.

Well, I was wrong for my dis-interest. The tree is HUGE. HUGE!

We only have the tree every other year. And this is the year. It's our 3rd year to get to enjoy the putting up, singing in and taking down of the tree.

Yesterday was the day we put the tree up. And when I say we, I mean I was there watching "us" put the tree up. Because, I am a member of the church family, and members of the church family were putting it up. So.....we put the tree up yesterday. And man, is it a job! There were about 15 men working hard making sure that the tree was put up securely.

I went almost to the top of the tree last night. I made it to row 6 of 7 rows. They needed my help, and I decided to forego my fright of heights and help. God is good. I didn't fall, or even think of falling.

The church got together yesterday and built a tree of metal. They got together and fluffed greenery to be put on the tree, and they got together to prepare food for those that worked. The church was in action yesterday at FBC-Star City. It was fun to watch. It was great to be a part of.

I can't wait to see the singers in the tree. With the lights on, and the songs being sung it makes me so excited to celebrate Jesus' birth!
Julie

Comments

Jodi said…
We have never made it to the singing Christmas tree. We had intended to go a few yrs ago, but we got sick.. Miranda has been asking about going with some of the kids from hs group this year! Hopefully now we can! PS Can't wait to see you too!

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