Looking back over my life the day I remember most is Sunday. Growing up my Sundays were filled with Church and Sunday dinner(lunch for you northerners) at Granny's. Granny always had a spread fit for a king: Roast with carrots, onions, and potatoes, field peas, fresh ripe tomatoes, sliced onions, and corn bread. As good as the food was the preparation time was my favorite! My Granny would sing hymns as she prepared the Sunday fare continuing the worship from the previous church service praising God with the voice of an angel. The most meaningful worship services occurred right in that old farmhouse being sung by someone that loved and trusted God unconditionally.
I do not attend church any longer, but I continue to worship in my own way. My children know of God, and we all pray. I do not feel like I have to worship in a building. God's church is in the wonders around me. The faces of my children reflect God's immense love for me. I am truly blessed.