These were the words of my 12 year old Sunday evening. We had returned to _our church_ on our own accord to worship with our family! Home!
That evening my 12 year old and I went to a sporting event together. We laughed, shouted, whistled, chatted (repeat).
At the end of the day I heard, “Dad, this has been the best day ever!”
It’s good to ‘Home’.
~ S
I am glad. Really glad.