I’m kind of glad sometimes, that I don’t write what I’m feeling at 4 am. Not that I’d say anything bad, exactly, but I know some people probably think my musings here are “inappropriate”. Too public I guess, but hey, it’s my outlet…. therapy! These days, they could almost be called “Chronicles of a Dying Church”, lol… (not really funny, but a perfect example of why some might want to shoot me! :D).
It’s funny though, how you can feel, in the night, that no one else is hurting like you! (Missing people… who haven’t even quite left yet.) But mornings are really and truly miracles, as you’ve heard often from me lately.
The Call that I have just recently sensed, is to support the local church–with all it’s faults (bar preaching heresy of course!)–as much as humanly possible. (So when/IF the one most local to me is gone, it’ll be the next closest one!)
But I truly believe that God has a purpose in calling others in a different direction. And, btw, it’s not Time that heals…
Some really neat verses for us today: “Hit bottom, and cry your eyes out. The fun and games are over. Get serious, really serious. Get down on your knees before the Master; it’s the only way you’ll get on your feet.” (James 4:9-10)