Small Giant

This is my church. It seems so odd to say that. I grew up without an anchor. It was hard. I often felt lonesome and unnoticed. Now, I am older. I've made a home and a family, but I was still without an anchor for myself. I kept trying to make one, but without any luck. Then one day about ten months ago, my brilliant (then seven year old) daughter, asked if we could begin going to church. She had questions, she had a need, she wanted more. I felt I should help her in any way I could, to find her anchor. Funny thing is, she helped me find mine. I got to go to my first Christmas mass. It was wonderful. So happy to know there is a place that can help me send out my prayers, receive my gratitude for all of my blessings, and hold my heart when I need it.