It is meant to be

I was regret that I should go back to Rochester on Saturday so that I can join the sermon at Church. It was really enjoyable for us hanging out.

Now for me, a good connection between me and Jesus should be the most important thing I pursue. It takes efforts to remedy my loss.

As usual, my hubby was late to take me to the car so I have to wait the next bus. We can not find parking lot near the bus station, so we find the nearest place to stay. My hubby pointed a building, "Is that a Christian Church?". I saw the cross and make sure it is not for Morman. Then I stepped in and had a very different sermon there.

We sang, praised god, collected offerings and prayed. The most different part was confession/reflection. I confessed my sins and insinere; reflected my impatience to my lovely husband.

Thanks Jesus to lead me to this Church. I know that you care a lot about me and You know that I need your mercy. So you bring me to the family.