Over the past few weeks the family has been going to a new church after a three year hiatus. As some of you know, finding the right church is like finding the right pair of jeans. With so many different schools of theology out there it’s not easy to find the perfect fit, or even one that fits the best. You know, it might be tight around the waist however the length is right (I was going to say fits well in the butt, but I think you understand).
Anyway sometime we go for comfort over that of looks (a whole different sermon in itself). I’m not saying that we should go for either or, but we are humans of habit and we tend to go back to the things we know, whether it’s in a church, relationships (abusive), comfort food, or as readers we have our go to authors.
Well, today, we’ve decided to go back to a church that has caused us a lot of pain. Whether it’s to go back for good because it’s home, or to go back to let it go (to forgive), who knows. Hopefully, we’ll find out when we get there.
So, here is my confession, for the first time in a very long time, I’m going to church and I’m scared. My prayer is that God will pave the way for us.
I hope it all works out for you.
Thank you, Alice. All went well. We still aren't sure if we'll continue on, but fences were mended.