It doesn’t matter.

Honest.

God can meet you anywhere.

Under a tree. In the shower. At the movies.

It also doesn’t matter the style of worship.

It was almost surreal that twenty-four hours of my life.

10 a.m Day 1:

Swaying to light guitar. Banners swirling. Gentle. Repetitive. Hands raised, seeking Presence in the intimate places.

6 p.m. Day 1:

Hubby puts his earplugs in. The worship band of vocalists, electric guitars, and drums rock the house. Singing praises in the roar.

9 a.m. Day 2:

Donning choir robes we lead the liturgy, remind ourselves and everyone else that God is on the throne. The anthem we offer says the same. Voices lifting declaring Deity.

Three very different churches. Three very different styles.

One God.

One me.

Connecting.

Until Next Time,

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