My. Something.
As a child, I would sit in that building and wonder, just wonder.
& sure, I knew all the prayers, rituals.
I recited and practiced them daily.
But things just never felt right to me there, as if I was missing something.
Some. Thing.
Through my teens, 20s, 30s, I faithfully continued
& through it all, I kept waiting, hoping for my something to arrive.
Welp.
The something I was searching for did arrive one day
& hit me like a ton of bricks.
But, I wasn’t in a church.
My something was right here.
HERE.
Right where it had been all along.
I sometimes feel a tug of guilt because I stopped visiting the building called church.
Then I ask, why ?!?
My church is everywhere.
It’s on my walks.
It’s in my home.
It’s with my family.
It’s in a song.
It’s every sunrise and sunset.
It’s Everything.
It’s Everybody.
It’s every, single, brand new today.
Once I discovered this promise, this treasure, I’ve looked at life through a new set of eyeballs …
I applaud your patience with this person dubbed, Me, Jesus.
You truly are my pal, my confidant, my
♥
My. Something.
🙂