Feels Like Home :)

There is no way to describe how great it felt to step foot on familiar ground. No, it's not somewhere I had ever been before, but it felt like I had. This morning, all of the volunteers who are LDS rode a bus for 2 1/2 hours to go to church. It was hot, muggy, and uncomfortable, but that's not what I will remember a year from now. I will remember the six people who sat in front of me. There were four children, one man, and a woman. These people's lives are significantly different from mine. The 4 children are students from Rising Star. The man and woman are employed by the organization. Every week, this group attends the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and they each have a testimony of the Gospel.



When we arrived at the church, it looked nothing like I expected. The church was the first floor of a run down office building. Rusted railings led the congregation to the front entrance. At the bottom of the following flight of stars was a sign. It was the same sign I had seen a thousand times before. I felt home.


The people dressed differently, the building needed work, and there was a font in the middle of the hallway. I was on the other side of the world and yet somehow found myself in a room with people who believed what I do :) Yes, there was a language barrier, but a lot of the meeting was in english and missionaries from America were happy to help too. As exhausting as it was to get there, I'm so grateful that I was able to meet the people I did and hear testimonies from the Latter-Day Saints in Chennai, India :)