


Not too long ago I realized that I've always lived in the shadow of a church. My first house with my parents was on Ewing Ave in South Bend. Behind us was a Baptist church. The next house, and the one where I lived the longest, on Loughlin Dr in Mishawaka, was the house where I lived until I married Josh. Across the street is a Missionary church. We even attended this church for awhile when I was young. It was really neat to walk to church on Sunday mornings. And how many days were spent playing in the parking lot?
Josh and I have been going to St. Mark again since we've been married and Mom and Dad have come back in the last few years.
Now, the first home that Josh and I share is across the street from this beautiful church, and I am still in the shadow of The Cross.
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