Yes, I just phrased the title to Big Sean’s song “Blessings”, but the meaning is completely different from what I’m going to write about.

Remember how in my previous posts I would write about how negative I view life, and how much I needed church? Well guys, let me just say going to church really helps. It has been better than what I thought.

Sunday, June 28th, 2015 was the day I decided to attend my boyfriend’s family church after everything that has  happened. I went in very quietly, head down because I was sad. Everything that was said that day in church was everything I needed to hear. I felt as if they knew I was coming to church that day and spoke about everything related to how I was feeling. I felt such a relief when that church session was over. Of course I couldn’t leave without shedding tears because the words spoken got to me. After that day I said: “I have to come again!”

Sunday, July 5th, 2015 I attended the church again. This time I arrived alone and sat in the front while I waited for Jashua’s arrival along with his family. I was greeted by multiple people and immediately I felt warm inside. A man, who helped out in the church, asked me if I filled out a sheet for visitors and I said no, so he gave me one. Jashua arrived along with his brothers and his grandmother and grandfather happened to be there so we sat with them. The man picked up the sheet I filled out and we sat peacefully hearing the words of the pastor and hearing the members sing. After a while, when the pastor was speaking, he announced what I had written down in the sheet and asked for that person (me) to come to the front if I wanted so everybody can pray for me. I looked at Jashua and decided to walk to the front, he decided to tag along to comfort me. Everybody was looking at me and while we were walking to the front, the pastor said my name asking if I was Verónica. I nodded. Jashua and I stood in the front while people came up to us praying. I broke down into tears immediately. After that happened, I felt another great relief. I thought: “Wow, I love this church. I feel welcomed.”

Later on, Jashua’s grandparents hugged me from behind and told me they were proud of me. Just that little detail made me feel 10 times better! We attended a session of church goers about our age and it was nice. One of the pastors, young man, asked for Jashua and I to meet with him after and so we did. Multiple people know our names now. They want to know more about us. We feel at home. This is what I have been waiting for. Such a blessing!