My Church in Antipolo

I was really excited to go to church this morning and thank God 'coz my hunger and thirst for worship was quenched. My mother church is 3 hours away from home and it's really expensive and inconvenient to go there every Sunday as much as I want to. It is a missionary church which is located in a poor area somewhere in Antipolo. People there are way generous, warm and kind. I love that place so much although I've broken maybe 5 pairs of shoes (heels and trainers) in a year because the road is muddy and rocky. =(

The moment I arrived at the church, children welcomed me warmly. " teacher rayanne!!!" They kept on hugging me and kissing me. awww...children...I love them. They can turn my gray sky into blue. They can fly me over to the moon. I'm just happy that they haven't forgotten me. I used to teach Sunday School Children and Young People a year and a half ago and I started being a mushroom church member in January when I began working homebased. I missed them a lot.

Anyways, I felt home even for few hours. I had so much laughter, anointing and grace. It's really different when you're attending worship in your mother church.

My pastor was so glad that I visited so he prepared a little lunch fellowship for us which he doesn't normally do on Sundays since the church's budget is kind of tight. My pastor must've really love me as a member.

Have a blessed Sunday everyone! oops! Should I say 'have a great week everyone!' hehe!