Today feels so much like an Easter morning, and I can’t really explain it – it’s not even technically Easter anymore – we’re in Pentacost. It’s like a morning from my childhood or something – I don’t know. But I am looking forward to church like I haven’t for a while. I hope that I enjoy the service, and I will try to be completely open-minded about it. I am going to a new church to try it out. I hope that it is home. And I hope we sing some good old hymns. or at least one.