Sundown

3-25-12

Fiction-y, I suppose.
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His voice rumbled as he read.

She supposed she should be listening to the words instead of being lost in thought. However, she couldn't help thinking about how great this moment was.

Sure, she'd been through Saturday night worships before--Hallowed Moments in high school, Evensong in college, campfire at camp. Even when she'd stayed at her ex-roommate's house. But she'd never had family worship before--the family gatherings she was used to were not of such quality.

But this place and this time and these people were different. Something in the atmosphere, the presence of those surrounding her. Something she couldn't quite name but liked just the same.

Something warm and welcoming and wonderful.

To have chosen one's friends and ended up with a family was entirely the gift of God, it would seem.
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Entirely recognizable, in my opinion. But who knows?