Yesterday I decided to go to church. I haven't been for a long time. Well, when I was there the readings were all about the prodigal son (the story of a son who took his inheratence (sp) and squandered it on prostitutes & fast living. He then had nothing & had to return to his father. His father welcomed him with open arms and was happy he was back). The sermon was about those who had left the church & come back. Everything seemed to parallel what I was going through the last week or so. All of the sudden I got very emotional and almost started crying. It was like God wanted me to go to church to get that message. And it really hit home.
I'm not one who felt the need to go to church but for some reason it really affected me yesterday & if you think it's stupid that God meant for me to go yesterday, then so be it, but I know there was a reason. And it made me feel grounded & peaceful -- like everything is going to be ok.
My mom, of course, is thrilled. :)
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