Hi Friends. I don’t know why I am driven to record my life! I have journaled since I was a pre-teen — so just entertain my obsession or move on to the next blog.

Last night my husband, daughter, and I had (yes I said HAD) to attend a Christmas musical at our old church. You have no idea the bundle of emotions in my heart where this church family was concerned. To catch most of you up to speed, this was my husband’s home church. We attended there as a married couple for 15 years. I was heavily involved in the music ministry … held many roles there, SS teacher, lay pastor, prayer coordinator, etc … The prayer coordinator position was my calling in those last 7 years. I would have laid down my life for God’s Will at that church. I know that sounds so “dramatic,” but that was how much I believed in this calling I felt in my heart.

A lot of ugly things happened — a mean UGLY things. My husband, who swore he would NEVER leave that church because his ancestors were there, decided he wouldn’t raise our daughter there after witnessing the ugliness. It wasn’t his decision alone. If anything, he was able to use me as the excuse because I knew I could never serve with these people again. Things could never be the same. I felt like a fool because I had truly believed this church had changed and that the old demonic strongholds were broken, but I found that the same group of people still controlled “God’s church” and it disgusted me. It was a very hard pill to swallow.

Trust me, it has taken a good 3 years or more to work through the anger, unforgiveness, and pain of what took place (if you read my 1st blogs — you’ll live through it with me). So now, that the anger is gone – there is room for me to see the sadness, the regret.

So, back to last night. When we walked into the sanctuary, I began to look around at the beautiful stained glass windows, the altar, the doors … everything was so familiar. For many years, I was the first person in the church and for many years I had danced, prayed, and cried all over that sanctuary. I have anointed (with oil) just about every inch of the sanctuary that could be reached … and now I was a stranger there — a visitor. It was surreal. I saw people who I felt love and warm feelings towards, yet it felt like they were behind a sheet of glass. I could see them, but there was a chasm that kept me from moving backwards (even in my heart).

When I first sat down and began to look around — same ol’ banner, everything the same … I began to think how easy it would be to stay in a familiar place. Our relationships were there, our families, some friends … a place that felt safe. ESPECIALLY TO MY HUSBAND. Most of my friends left this church when everything happened and they (some of “they/them” being the people who haven’t darkened the doors of that building before or since they came to vote that fateful night) chased our pastor out of town. But most of my husband’s friends remained. Don’t get me wrong, there were “wrongs” on both sides of the fence. Gossip, lies, just pure evil and flesh. Sigh …

It felt like I could just lay face down on the carpet and wail! I knew if I allowed myself, surely my heart could have been ripped open and spilled out on the floor. Or maybe I just expected myself to feel that way, but the emotions never surfaced. It was very interesting.

I am processing my thoughts as I type, so bear with me if you’re still hanging on. Ha.

Even though I am aware of this pain inside, it is almost as if it was far removed. Does that make sense? I am aware of the pain, the longing, the great hurt … but somehow it has been healed and it consists of memories alone. It isn’t touching me. My heart is guarded … it is the wellspring of my life. My heart is happy, but the memories are sad. I don’t even know if this makes sense, but my vocabulary lacks the skill of expressing what I feel inside. Maybe the pain ISN’T inside anymore. Actually, I was probably EXPECTING to feel those old emotions, but they just weren’t there to find.

Visiting this old church was sad — at least on the surface because of promises lost … hopes that hit the ground, crashed, and burned.

With that said, I also know God allowed it. He had a greater calling for me and my little family. There is no way we could have received the healing and the nourishment needed if we had remained there. God had a plan and it took something that ugly to uproot us. It really did set us free. I know this now, but going back there tries to connect us to our past again. I guess that is why I see this sheet of glass. I can look, but I can’t really touch. There IS NO going BACK. Hallelujah! We have moved on and are headed towards our destiny.

God bless these people who were part of the foundation in our lives. At the same time, catapult us forward into the streams of Your destiny for our little family. Here we are Lord. Healed and ready for Your Will. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.