After breakfast and having a little time to prepare, we all met up and went to Flowers Bay Church this morning. As if the ocean view literally just outside the open windows wasn't amazing enough, even more beautiful was the welcoming congregation inside. I say that in complete honesty. The people here are so very kind to us. As Pastor Joe introduced our group this morning, he emphasized that we were his people from his hometown in the states and asked them to consider us family while we were here. I didn't realize how seriously they took that request until we had a time of music to shake hands with those around us. The instant acceptance as two cultures embraced one another (literally...embraced) was very moving for me and I am sure others in the group. As I approached the ladies in the choir, I quickly realized there would be no handshaking accepted here- it was full on hugs! One of the ladies grabbed me in a close hug and said "welcome home"...I nearly cried right then and there. It is sad that we have become a society in America that finds it hard to recognize sincerity amongst ourselves anymore. When this lady said that to me- she meant it from her heart. Pastor Joe simply asked them to consider us family, and that was all it took. She did. That is the kind of day this has been...nearly indescribable and almost surreal.