Congregations

It is Sunday morning, and we pour our coffee into our 'Sunday Best' mugs, ones that are extra special to us.  Mine is white with red hearts on it and we received it in our welcome basket at a bed and breakfast we stayed at on our honeymoom.  Al's was hand-painted by his daughter Christine, a gift for this year's Father's Day.

I am missing the fellowship of my church friends this morning, and say a special Hello to those who I know follow the blog.

I am missing the weekly check-in with a group of Vancouver friends and our Sunday morning Tea.

I am hoping that there will be a nice little church we will enjoy next winter in Friday Harbor.

I thought there were no churches at Mystery Bay.  But as we left, we note the many seagulls gathered on the point.  I said 'It's Sunday morning!  Maybe it's Bird Church!'  Down a bit further, the seals are lining up on the beach, forming another congregation.