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I love the greetings. I love my little friend who was so excited to tell me we forgot our books last week. I still get tongue tangled by the end of nearly every congregational response. But I'm learning to wait for the pause in singing.

Worship suddenly morphed into a congregational meeting, and I understood what was going on in varying degrees, depending on where the speaker stood in relation to the air conditioning. We left before the meeting finished, which I hate, and still, the bridge line was lengthy.

Even still, oh how good to be there and oh how good to hear the Word and oh how good to be in worship!