Thoughts while Traveling

It's funny. Last Sunday morning I was sitting in my hammock chair on the porch and reading Blue Like Jazz. I came To Chapter 12 (I think) which adressed the issue of "How to go to church and not be angry." I found myself laughing out loud because what I was reading was in fact God Himself reminding me how far he had brought me in my journey of faith, and furthermore, how He had done it without the hooplah. The circumstance being where I was WHEN I was ended up in a comical intimate moment with my Father. I love knowing Him finally. After so long. I substituted HIM for so many other things for so long...and the fact that we can laugh together is...splendid. I want to know you more. Sit with me some more.

The sense of humor He has...

The truth is that Justin and I haven't been to church in quite a while. We were bloated and sick from the hooplah. We were tired and weary of "church hopping." That can be an exhausting sport. So we have been resting on Sundays. For me that has been ...good. This season is about to end, however. We both hear a whisper and we are listening quietly to decipher the message. We are thinking perhaps we should have church at home and invite the neighbors. Who knows...the next season is approaching...and we shall see what colors the leaves turn.