Epiphany

Ever had one of those days when you just knew something was wrong but couldn't put language to it?

This happened to me about 13 yrs ago after chuch one Sunday. We had changed churches AGAIN and still my spirit was all churned up and I wanted to never go back. I couldn't understand the whole Sunday service thing. Now mind you, I got saved in 1972 and was all gung-ho for Jesus. I finally had found what I was looking for in life. Peace. Meaning. A place for me to fully throw my energies. But after nearly 25 years I was missing all of these elements.

I struggled daily seeking the face of God to show me something that I had originally signed up for. I was frustrated, tired, angry, and mean because I couldn't grasp the last vestiges of Jesus that were quickly slipping through my spirit.

"I quit!" I shouted inwardly at God. "I am NOT going back to church!"

Then it was all quiet in my insides, as if a weight had just been lifted off me. And I heard in the quiet this voice - "Are you finished now?"

"Yes," I answered. "Totally done."

It was like a cosmic sigh of relief. My spirit jumped at the peace that I felt. And over the next few days I could sense the Spirit showing me that it was OK that I wouldn't go back. It was OK if I never darkened the door of another "church" because He was in this. He was in the frustration and head-banging I had been going through for so many years; in the constant stress of trying to find His "perfect will".

to be continued....check back soon....