Today, I am thankful for my church. When I say that my church is important to me, it’s not just a general statement. My church is my heart and my life. I’ve been a part of my church family since I was 16 years old and we were meeting in an old Fraternal Order of Police lodge. We moved into the basement of a bookstore, the YMCA, an old three-story narrow building, and finally into our permanent home that we’re in now. I’ve been serving in a leadership capacity ever since, and I am so incredibly thankful for the unity I’ve become a part of. There is something very special and unique about the church I serve in. It truly is a family and has provided that family setting that I so desperately needed when I was a teenager and continue to need today. My church is my family and is very important to me. No, it’s not perfect, and no church is, but it’s my family.