Nervous

I went to church this morning for the first time in 6 or 7 months. And it was wonderful!!!

I must tell you though, when I woke up this morning, I was really nervous about going. I'm not sure why. I feel that everyone there loves me, cares about me, encourages me, supports me. No one ever judges me or says mean things. So why was I so anxious about going to such a loving and supportive place?

It seems pretty obvious now that it was just Satan working on my insecurities! What if I haven't lost enough weight for people to see? I'm still walking very slowly, and my walk is still more of a waddle than a walk. I still can't stand very long or walk very far. Will everyone be disappointed in me if I don't meet their expectations?

Well let me tell you, even on the Lord's day, Satan is at work. I walked in and was immediately met with smiles, and waves, and thumbs up! My "family" came up to me and told me how great I looked, how much they could tell, you seem to be doing so well, we've missed seeing you, etc. I got hugs and pats on the back! The kindest and supportive words were given to me. Jim's lesson (one point) was "don't lose heart". I just sat in my spot and let big tears run down my cheeks. And I thanked God, my father, for bringing me to this wonderful place! And I told Satan to leave this place and never return! It was just a wonderful, wonderful, spirit-renewing morning! I love my church family! I love my Lord! I love you!

Can't wait until next Sunday!!!