Back To Church...

For the first time in 10 years I have started going back to church. I went in active due to alot of issues I would rather not go into, but I was very angry at alot in my life. I felt alone when I needed people the most, but unable to find people that could understand what I was feeling. I seemed to have forgotten that through it all I was never alone. There was always one person there with me through everything...Heavenly Father. It is funny because all through the trials I would ask myself "What more do you want from me?". It turns out he just wanted me at church. This past Sunday was the first time I have felt whole in a really long time. I felt a release of so many burdens and so many wrongs. As soon as I sat down I knew I was were I was supposed to be. I have never felt the spirit so strongly. When I came home Frank was so happy that I had finally worked up the courage to go and is very encouraging. For a non-member I really thought he would feel akward, but he is so supportive. Not to mention a missionary favorite now! He really respects what they are working to accomplish which really moves me. He even started talking about the church at work and found out one of his co-workers is a member. I know it will be a struggle at first to figure it all out, but I am so grateful for this Sunday and the people of the Cape Henry ward.