I've been trying to figure out what I wanted to say in this post for about 2-3 weeks. When I mentioned that I would write something about the church I think my mom thought it would be bad. When we were at my mom's for my uncle's funeral, we went back to her church for lunch. The church ladies had all gotten together and provided a potluck lunch for us. This was the church I grew up in. It seems like everyone there is related in some way or another, and if they aren't related, you've been around long enough that you are family. There are a lot of things I miss about Providence. I miss the traditions, the potlucks, the way everyone knows everyone. I guess it's the sense of family that I miss. I like Rocky River, don't get me wrong.

While Brian and I were eating, Charlotte came to sit and chat. Charlotte was the one who took the youth on excursions. She would take us to haunted houses, I think those were her favorites, and where ever else. I don't know how she got roped into hanging out with us. We didn't have a youth pastor, so I guess she was it!

I really don't know what else to say. Providence is just part of who I am.