Looks like i'll forever be a gypsy.
When all the people you like leave your current church to plant a new one...you're left church homeless. and its sad and annoying.
Looking for places to land along is annoying. Maybe i'll take the summer off.
It's not like i ever actaully talk about Sunday services with people or bible study with people anyway.
Here's to being church homeless again and not feeling any urgency to find a place to land.
Rita called. I didn't call her back. I miss her, and she reached out and i couldn't be bothered.
I have nothing to say, anyway.
sometimes too much life happens or nothing at all and you're not the same.
It's like al my important Jesus people are gone.
Can't even remember the last time someone asked me what God's up to in my life and actually cared.
I miss sweet sundays. I miss rich conversations, and community and after church lunch and making dinner together chatting through the day. I should have held on tighter while it was happening.
How was i supposed to know it was change.
i'm tired of transition.
