You know what I just LOVE doing? Going to church! I mean it. All week long I can do my thing. Go to the grocery store, spend as much time at home—where I feel so safe and comfortable—as I’d like. But at church we are one big family of God! Wonderful! And unlike every other day of the week, when I cry at church, they are tears of joy, love, and gratitude.
Church has ALWAYS been one of the few places I thrive. I am in my Father’s House. And protection. I feel real protection … from my own mind … from my bipolar disorder. The brain scrambling ceases, the voices in my head don’t have much to say.
I only hear the Word of God.
Oh how I need that by the time Sunday comes around!
During the week, nasty things occur I do some things that are not the real me. Trust me, it is not pretty! Thing is though, when I have had enough, I am DONE! Like BOOM! And if it is in my mind it will flow out my mouth! There’s really no telling what I might say or do.
And I don’t have ANY problem doing it. Well at least at that moment.
SO … )
whenever I feel any sort of anger, if I am too agitated, I stay home. Alone, me and my Heavenly Father.
And I remember the verse I love so much:
Be still and know that I am God …
And count the days till Sunday!
So what about you? What is it that makes going to church so special to you? Let me know; I’d love to hear from you!
Until next time … J