I haven’t been to church in quite a few weeks. I really hate that about my life.
The family goes, just not me. Remember Norman Rockwell’s painting, “Sunday Morning,” with the family filing out while the father sits and reads the paper? Well, I don’t read the paper (the ink smell makes me sick) and I’m not the father, but I do stay home from church and watch the news. *sigh*
Most Sundays I’ll listen to a television pastor or go worship at Darla’s blog. (You are a blessing to me, Princess!!!) But today I talked on the phone.
Yes, I did. And I don’t even feel guilty about it. I was in an emotional upheaval about changes in our life. So I called a friend. After an hour or so of conversation, I was much more relaxed. I was reminded of His plans for us. My friend let me know change is good. It brings new perspective…new possibilities.
Really nothing new to that thinking. I know this about life…I just needed to be reminded.
Bearing one another’s burdens…carrying eachother through the rough times…
Friendship is a really good thing.