Sometimes, things, unknown things, can cause us to be fearful. I've noticed that as I get older, I am less inclined to go to unfamiliar places, and I'll experience a little fearfulness, some apprehension. Which brings me to my point.
I have wanted to start going back to church since we've moved, and it has been five months since I attended any church. Yet the thought of going into an unfamiliar church alone is daunting.
I woke on Sunday, unsure, yet I got ready just in case I had enough courage to do it.
Why something so benign can cause me to physically shake made no sense.
I have gone to church nearly every Sunday for most of my life. Church has always been an integral part of my life. Yet here I was, fearful and praying for God to give me strength and courage as I kept looking at the clock, like it was the count down to D-Day. But I pressed on determined to conquer my fear, and out the door I went.
As I pulled into the church parking lot, I could feel my heartbeat and I kept reminding myself it would be okay. After all, it's church, not a police station.
If you are wondering how it was... It was okay, but it was definitely not the church I could call home, not for me anyway.
Maybe I can talk about that in another blog. However, I am glad I went, and I was blessed.
So, my search continues. I just hope my courage to find the right church also continues.
If you also find yourself a little fearful I encourage you to think on this...
"Choose faith over feelings and do what you know is right even when you don't feel like it."
"Progress involves overcoming fear."
Blessings everyone!
