The day after my car accident was difficult. Full of alone time and quiet contemplation which is leading me to learn a lot about myself. For instance: I really can't stand to be alone for more than an hour or two.
Living in a house with a large number of occupants, with family and friends stopping by whenever they please doesn't really leave room for someone to find out if they like being alone. I used to crave alone time. Needed it so badly that I felt like I would explode if I did not get away from children for five minutes.
But that day alone with my thoughts was a little sad. My first real day of homesickness.
Although it did set me up for a deep desire for community. The kind you can only get from waking up early on a sunday and getting your butt to a church service.
So that is what I did, and will be doing every chance I get.
The second I stepped foot into The Church on The Way was the second I realized that I belong in church. I belong with God's people.
I have had my doubts in the past and I will have doubts in the future.
Personally, I think it is healthy to have doubts. It is healthy to test your beliefs. Because if you don't someone else will and the foundation is a little more difficult to put back together in those cases.
I know from experience.
The point is I have doubted, and I have seriously questioned why I believe the things I believe. But no matter how hard I try to reason God out of my life it always comes back to me as the thing that makes most sense. The thing that I crave regardless of what the world says I should want.
The day after my accident was difficult and the day after THAT was a Sunday. So I got my butt to church and was glad I did the second I walked through that door. Sitting down put a smile on my face and standing to praise as the band played 'Blessed Be Your Name' brought tears to my eyes. (Click on the link to hear it).
Hearing one of your favorite worship songs in moments of despair is often like turning the light on.
I praise God for bringing me to California to pursue my dreams and I praise God in the middle of the wrecks in my life (both real and metaphorical).
God encouraged me so much that morning. It is still echoing in my heart today. A woman prayed over me just wonderful words of hope and love. Then she hugged me really tight.
It is a little weird to tell one of your three dude roommates that you just need a nice long hug, so God provided me someone well equipped to give good hugs. This woman was a mother whose son was going into the military, so maybe she needed to be able to hug someone now that her own baby was all grown up.
God gave me contentment in the storm and hope in the after math.
I think I am going to like California.
Although it did set me up for a deep desire for community. The kind you can only get from waking up early on a sunday and getting your butt to a church service.
So that is what I did, and will be doing every chance I get.
The second I stepped foot into The Church on The Way was the second I realized that I belong in church. I belong with God's people.
I have had my doubts in the past and I will have doubts in the future.
Personally, I think it is healthy to have doubts. It is healthy to test your beliefs. Because if you don't someone else will and the foundation is a little more difficult to put back together in those cases.
I know from experience.
The point is I have doubted, and I have seriously questioned why I believe the things I believe. But no matter how hard I try to reason God out of my life it always comes back to me as the thing that makes most sense. The thing that I crave regardless of what the world says I should want.
The day after my accident was difficult and the day after THAT was a Sunday. So I got my butt to church and was glad I did the second I walked through that door. Sitting down put a smile on my face and standing to praise as the band played 'Blessed Be Your Name' brought tears to my eyes. (Click on the link to hear it).
Hearing one of your favorite worship songs in moments of despair is often like turning the light on.
I praise God for bringing me to California to pursue my dreams and I praise God in the middle of the wrecks in my life (both real and metaphorical).
God encouraged me so much that morning. It is still echoing in my heart today. A woman prayed over me just wonderful words of hope and love. Then she hugged me really tight.
It is a little weird to tell one of your three dude roommates that you just need a nice long hug, so God provided me someone well equipped to give good hugs. This woman was a mother whose son was going into the military, so maybe she needed to be able to hug someone now that her own baby was all grown up.
God gave me contentment in the storm and hope in the after math.
I think I am going to like California.
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