Pick up your cross and fallow me.

When I woke up this morning I had this in my head. "Pick up your cross and fallow me." Over the past few days my household has been having several talks about churches around here and what things are like for us here and how they are different from home. We all understand that things will not be like home here, but we look for a bit of home when we attend a church. Durring this time it has made me really think about what differences there are and what I believe. Questions that ask about what my faith really is and where I am going with it. All of this has made me LOVE my church back home even more then what I did before. Not that I don't like things here, but the community has changed and the little things that to me make a service more interesting and enjoyable to take part in the service.

Today we had an enjoyable lunch. We were invited to a coordinators house to have lunch and go to her church. I must say that it was really worth going. This coordinator has such an open love for the things around here and so welcoming. Such a lovely lady! We were served a wonderful British meal. Chicken, salad, potatoes and pudding were served. I must say that I could have ate the hole pan of pudding; it was GREAT!!!!