photo courtesy of Putnam St. Joseph Parish Seattle, WA |
A bit cold today, but nevertheless, it was still a beautiful Sunday morning. Woke up at 7:00 am, got ready, placed my Bible in the Longchamp and skidaddled on to Montlake -- heading West. Eight minutes later I found myself in front of St. Joseph Parish, and it was a beauty. Standing on the steps in awe, I took it all in -- the stained glass windows, gothic architecture, the gold cross at the top - shining in all of its glory amidst the grey skies. I was overwhelmed with love, hope, and peace.
This was it - this was what I was waiting for... so why was I scared? I think I was a bit shy... maybe timid and unsure of God's calling? My heart was beating ever so quickly, as I opened the heavy doors and peeked inside.
This was it - this was what I was waiting for... so why was I scared? I think I was a bit shy... maybe timid and unsure of God's calling? My heart was beating ever so quickly, as I opened the heavy doors and peeked inside.
Remember, my "wake up" moment? Well, this was the next step in my faith journey: find a place of solitude and reverence where I felt truly comfortable and at peace with -- so today, I tried St. Joseph's (recommended by Fr. Pat)
And oh boy, am I sure glad I took Fr. Pat's advice and ventured to this parish... because this church, the atmosphere, the people, the environment -- it's where I truly felt at home and truly comfortable.
When I first stepped inside the church, there was something about the candlelight, beautiful and traditional setup of the church, family dynamic and uber-high ceilings that just made everything "oh-so-right."
AMANDA! I read 1 Samuel 16:7 this morning while watching an online sermon series for "church." That's so awesome God was showing us the same verse :) You rock girl!
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