SUNDAY, JANUARY 4TH, 2015

MY CHURCH  FAMILY

I hadn’t been to church since Christmas Eve.  For someone like me that’s a long, long time.  The sun broke through  atop my mountain top to assure me it was safe to venture down the mountain.
I can’t explain it to a non-believer but worship invigorates me.  It makes me feel connected, involved, appreciated, needed, and a contributor to the solution of deep seated problems that surround me.  At my church I’m surrounded by smiles, hugs, and handshakes.  I like that.  I need that.
That fog is gone and has been replaced by cold, windy air that promises to increase.
PRAYER THOUGHT
A friend of mine has shared with me the following:
I’ve made my peace with not knowing.
I rest in the not understood.
I dance my life with no words
and fall to my knees with
gratitude, joy, anguish, hope,
and walk
among my fellow creatures.
To which I add, Amen and Amen