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My parents met the local church in Fort Worth, Texas when I was eight years old. As I was growing up I treasured coming to the local church meetings with my parents. It was not the building that I looked forward to going to but it was the people in that building. The days that I could not make it to meet with the brothers and sisters was a day of emptiness. Meeting with the believers in the local church was the enjoyment of my life. I felt empty and lonely the days I could not meet. The local church is such a precious place for me because it's not a physical place but it's the believers that make up the church.
When I was older I began to visit other local churches in the area and all I could see was the same speaking, the same care, and the sweet cherishing from all the believers there. I am so happy and blessed to meet with the local church.
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