Went to church today.  It had been two and a half months.  Felt good to be back in the house of God.  Good singing.  Good preaching.  Good friends.  Found Papa Alphonse sitting alone in the back row as I filed out.  Stopped to visit with him.  Had to pick up his hand so he would know I was there.  He's blind.  And godly.  We've helped him out from time to time.  Saw Marie.  Gave me a big hug.  Shook lots of hands.  Walked back home with a warm heart.  Wish I could get to church more often.