Though I’ve been in San Diego for three years now I’ve still found it difficult to find a church I can call home. There’s First Church where I do Wednesday night children’s ministry and then there’s Celebrate where I do Sunday school and OB 1 where I attend service. I’ve been able to take part in such great ministries, but at the same time there hasn’t been one place where I can just take advantage of it all. Until Windward.
I didn’t stumble upon Windward myself, but rather I was placed there as the children’s ministry intern. Just because I was the children’s ministry intern doesn’t mean I only stuck with children’s ministry. I helped out with the youth group and became one of the middle school small group leaders. I went to Ohana group, and for the first time in a very long time fellowshipped with people my age. Whatever I could do, I did. So even though I didn’t get to pick where I did my internship, there isn’t any other place I would have rather spent my time at.
Waking up that morning all I could do was smile. I was so excited to return to the church where I was able to minister but also be ministered to. Before Windward I didn’t really have an idea of what was missing in my life. I didn’t have the words or expectations to pinpoint that what I needed was a place where I could serve but also be spiritually fed. I needed a place where I was called by name and not just another person who walked through the doors. So that Sunday as I arrived at church, I was greeted, I was hugged, and I was loved.