If you don't know me or more importantly, if you don't know the church where I grew up then this post is probably going to make little to no sense to you. I just wanted to share something I wrote that expresses the gratitude I have toward the community of people who impacted my life in the name of Jesus when I was growing up.
The Blue Grove
A sea of blue and smiling faces
Glad to be there enjoying life with friends, celebrating and growing together
Like distant relatives together again catching up on the past week
A welcome is heard and music begins
Piano, organ and voices raised with a southern flair and hearts engaged
Out of the blue, guitars appear and song after song is sung with requests for more
Gathering closely together, needs are made known
Knees and heads sink into blue
A slight rumble, louder now, a roar of praise and petition together, in unison, until softer again it fades away
A man stands in the front with a look of authority and something to say
Blue light around a cross shining behind him
Loud words are spoken amidst tears, laughs, shouts and Amens
Beginnings of faith, love, and hope
Gratefulness to those who loved, cared, and prayed
Where are they now? Where are they going? Do they know how much they have guided my journey?
So simple yet so influential...
Have I mentioned my favorite color is blue?