It doesn’t feel like a religion at this church, it feels like a family. Kind of like the prodigal son, kind of where we were lost and looking, not because we wanted to, but because we just couldn’t find that comfort that we have found here. For me, being able to greet people and seeing all these young families coming in; seeing the confidence in some young men, that you know their parents are not making them come. They’re coming because they want to. Yeah, there’s a couple of them that you see that “mom made me,” but it’s more because it was too early for them to wake up, not because they don’t want to be here. Just seeing all that makes you feel so completely close in the walk of wanting to learn more and wanting more and not just, “OK, I’m here.” It’s like, no, I want more out of this. Meeting such great people. Knowing that God has been in my life. When I look at both of our lives it’s kind of funny because we went through the divorces at kind of the same time and when he tells me where he used to hang out, I was there. I used to babysit some kids and go to a park across the street from where I lived. He used to go visit his best friend and passed by that park. His company where he used to work is where I used to go to see my friend and hang out in the mall. We used to go to TJ Maxx and the restaurants that he liked. But we never met until we found each other in the soccer fields, my son playing with his son.  When we started talking I felt like we had this dance around each other and it just finally, you know and. If it wasn’t God, then who? He has been good.