I sit in church. Just one of the crowd. A nameless stranger. Someone to fill a seat.
This is how I feel every week, no matter where I am....sunday school (where almost no one talks to me), worship (where no one even knows my name), or teaching children's sunday school (where I am just a shadow).
All of three people said hello to and/or at me this morning and that felt like some sort of record. There have been many mornings where not one person will acknowledge me...
I try to sit and listen to the lesson, but it is like getting teeth pulled. My heart is not in it. My heart is torn. My thoughts are elsewhere.
They are at home with my sick and depressed child.
They are counting the things going wrong in life.
They are counting the things that I daily mess up with my marriage, with my children, my home, my job, my diet, my body, etc. etc. etc.
This is how I feel every week, no matter where I am....sunday school (where almost no one talks to me), worship (where no one even knows my name), or teaching children's sunday school (where I am just a shadow).
All of three people said hello to and/or at me this morning and that felt like some sort of record. There have been many mornings where not one person will acknowledge me...
I try to sit and listen to the lesson, but it is like getting teeth pulled. My heart is not in it. My heart is torn. My thoughts are elsewhere.
They are at home with my sick and depressed child.
They are counting the things going wrong in life.
They are counting the things that I daily mess up with my marriage, with my children, my home, my job, my diet, my body, etc. etc. etc.
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