Its a new year and I couldnt be less interested.
When I made New Years plans with friends, I knew I would blow them off and go to church. Its a great feeling that place and there is no place in the world like it.
Weird this whole time I've been trying to experience all I can for fear that I will teach in Podunk, Indiana for the rest of my life. I have to see the world before I teach, I have to get all my living done, then I can settle into a career. It occured to me tonight that I've given my life to God and maybe my life is not meant to be lived here. I've no idea where I'm going but I've a feeling it isnt here.
All I think about is the future, its all I dream about every moment of the day. Atleast its not boys, apparently I'm maturing. But sometimes I dream of boys in my future, not sure what to make of that.
Theres no place like home and no place like home church. It never changes this place and there will always be people there who know you and love you. Even if you've never spoken and dont know their name, theres a connection, a relation and no matter where I go they will be there when I come home. When I go abroad I will dream of them. Everywhere I go and every other place I worship will be compared and never quite living up to home church.
I can put you there. Fellowship Missionary Baptist off of Morris St in Indianapolis Indiana. Its small but every pew occupied. There are table of food in the kitchen, deviled eggs and fried chicken and as many desserts as dishes. The carpets green and pews cushioned in blue and the moment you walk in theres a spirit that tugs your heart. The singing fills my heart and my eyes well, how rare this place is and how blessed am I to have been given it. And how dare I keep it to myself? I leave for Ireland soon and I am burden my the amount of time I've spent with the people I love talking about everything but Christ.
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