A New Fellowship

Sunday, Kathleen and I had the great fortune to share worship with a new (to us) fellowship just a few miles from our home. We flipped a coin, so to say, and chose to visit Grace Community Church (Wiggins and Yelm Hwy, for those who want to know).

To say we came away feeling like we were at home would be an understatement. Those of you in our immedate family know that we have found it hard to find a fellowship where in we truly felt we fit in. We may have found it here, however.

I do not like "church shopping". It feels wrong. What do they believe on this, and how about that, and so on. You look for this and that but you don't really see anything at all. I guess it is more about the "feel" you get.

At Grace Community Church we "felt" like we were home from the first anthem. Yes, it was a good ol' anthem - hillbilly style, complete with harmonica, fiddle, yukalaylee, drums and guitar. Almost all the worship team were "greybeards" except for the fiddle player. How funny is that!

Really, from the very beginning, there was a spirit that seemed to permiate into my soul. Perhaps I truly was that needy, or perhaps God just had something that special for me that day. Either way, I am truly thankful that we chose to visit Grace Church.

I think that Kathleen feels the same way too...you will have to ask her.

Blessings,
Michael