We had church at our house last night, and I really enjoyed it. Not everyone was able to make it, but we still had a good little sum of people. Most importantly, everyone took part in some way. That did my heart good. To hear the testimonies and prayers in such a tight knit group really bonds you together. When you hear what has been on people's minds, what they are asking the Lord for, or what the Lord has done for them makes it easier to know how to pray for them. It was a real strength to me.
I made brownies after supper just in case anyone wanted to stay behind to visit for a bit longer, and Sis. Tisha had the same thought for she brought over homemade strawberry rhubarb pie and cherry cheesecake. It was a real sweet tooth feast (not like any of us needed that AGAIN....hehehe) However, everyone stayed and visited.
I remember participating in this sort of tradition when I was growing up. Going to someone's house, eating cookies or cakes, and playing with the other kids, and always disappointed when my parents were ready to leave. It was so full of love and fun for us little ones back then, that my heart is comforted to know that my children have this, as well.
I just went to bed so content last night. Thinking about the traditions that we are handing down to our own children. Loving the thought the brethren have been gathered in our home. Praising the Lord, singing hymns, eating pie, giggling with one another, and watching the kids play. This is what life is REALLY all about, isn't it?