Florals for Spring? Groundbreaking.

1960's Mint Pencil Skirt: Inherited.
1960's Floral Blouse: Inherited.
Vintage Hat: Antique Mall.
Pink Cardigan, Earrings: Thrifted.
Cream Heels: c/o Yes Walker.
Lipstick in Wet N Wild's Rose Bud.

One of my favorite parts of coming home to visit is definitely going to my church. Saying 'my' church sounds weird because I really haven't even gone to it that long and haven't even really met anyone there. But in a sense it still feels like mine, which is a good feeling. It's very big and modern; not at all like the Catholic church I was raised in. It resembles a warehouse on the outside and then when you go into the worship area, there's seats for about 1,000 people and it's set up somewhat like a concert hall. Although I don't talk to anyone when I go, I never feel unwelcome. There's this unsaid kindness in the smiles of strangers and the offering me of a seat beside them in the dark worship hall (I always am late and service has already started). You can just feel the love of Christ in these people and that's more than a bunch of people who say hello to me and act like they care when they really don't. Not saying it was this way in the Catholic church, but there's just this different feel and vibe in this nondenominational church I go to.

It's been awhile since a verse really 'hit' me. I've kind of been going through a dry period in my emotions with my relationship with Christ, but this morning when I heard this it was beautiful to me. From John Chapter 6:44 Jesus says,

"No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him."

I never really thought about how we just don't come to Christ on our own. We our hand, specially picked by Him at the exact moment, time, and place He wants us to be. He drew me to Him. Every little piece of the puzzle leading up to becoming a Christian was important to the end result. Every thought I had towards "is this for real?", every Catholic mass I sat through as a child, my confirmation as a young teenager, struggling hard with a break up...all lead me eventually to Him.

With much love, Lauren.
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