Morning! Happy Sunday. :) Today is my last day in Tennessee. I’m making the 10-hour drive back to Orlando tomorrow morning, with a pit stop along the way to see my grandpa.
My mom and I made a special breakfast:
My mom froze two pomegranates worth of arials earlier this fall, and we thawed out 1/4 a cup to add to our whole wheat pancakes (she also uses the Hodgson Mills mix). We also added some pecans.
Plus, a cinnamon-covered banana and a little cup of maple syrup.
My mom wants me to show everyone the little banana and dried fruit lady she made for herself while I cooked the pancakes:
Well, I’m off to church with my mom!
One of the scariest moments of my life was in July 2008. I was at the airport, coming back from a trip with my friends, when I looked up at the television and saw my mom’s church on CNN! A conservative extremist had entered my mom’s church (it’s a Unitarian church) and shot at the congregation… two people died. I immediately called my mom, and she had randomly decided to skip church that day.
I consider myself to be a spiritual person (I believe in a higher power and pray when I feel compelled to), but I don’t belong to a church. We got married on a golf course by my father-in-law! I’m glad I can go to my mom’s church with her and pay my respects. My mom’s church is also very interesting because Unitarians are very open-minded and liberal and tend to use a lot of source material – the Bible, Torah, and Koran – in the sermons. This Sunday’s lecture is on the meaning of marriage (you can see a preview here).
This is a personal question, but you guys know I love to ask them! :) Are you a spiritual or religious person? Do you go to church? Did you find faith later in life or were you raised that way?