I NEED A PUNCHING BAG
I'm having one of those day. I'm getting ready to probably be more transparent and vulnerable that I should be. It's just one of those day. Warning, I'm letting it all out - well, not all, but some Since the world looks at my blog, but so few actually read it, maybe my thoughts on this virtual diary will be ignored but I will feel better. Now that was a complex sentence, wasn't it? Not the best I've ever written I'm sure. It's raining. I didn't go to church. I still have no church home. I sometime wonder how in the world I got in this shape. Churchless - I used to so criticize in my heart people who said "I am a believer but I don't go to church." I'm not mad at the church. I love church. I long to be part of a body of believers again. But it always begs the question of where? Seems I don't fit any where any more. Seems no one wants the gifts and talents I have to offer the body of Christ. I got an upsetti...