Monday, March 2, 2015
SOL15: Day 2. Sunday Mornings.
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At first, it felt like we were cheating. It still does sometimes.
9 AM. Time for Sunday School. Boys are safe and sound.
My husband and I walk out the backdoor. When we are in the car, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
It's a safe haven for me really. I don't know how to write about the hurt that people in a church can bring you. What I can tell you is I'm so thankful we didn't leave completely. That wouldn't have been the right thing to do for us.
I'm being lead on my own path in this Faith Journey. (I was just sharing with a friend, I'm like the Tacky Penguin of church ladies...) I'm just not good at what you are "supposed" to do. But I'm being lead in a way that is also healing me. And I know that I'm Loved.
So we sit down, my husband and I.
There is coffee, pastry, jazz. We've been there so much, some faces are starting to look familiar.
We read. Study. Exchange ideas and ask questions.
Some of my favorite conversations with my Mr. take place here on Sunday Mornings.
You are 'supposed' to sit in a large room. Receive teaching. Even in that large room, it feels lonely.
But here in our corner, Mr. reads his favorite passages to me.
I pose questions. He does too.
Sometimes we find answers.
Sometime we don't.
It's our Sunday Morning.