I was tired of fighting for it.
Tired of trying to get back to the shore of my spiritual life.
Exhausted from trying to find footing in shallow words and belonging in hallowed halls.
So I would drift.
In and out.
Out and in.
And then I suddenly realized I drifted a bit further out than I had intended.
Sadness loomed in a heart that was usually upbeat.
I couldn’t really shake it.
I couldn’t really cope like I had before.
I had drifted just out of arm’s reach of my life preserver this time and I couldn’t pull it back in…
I was sinking.
And, yet without really noticing it, a hand appeared and pulled me ashore.
He decided it was time to put a stop to all this wastefulness.
This wasting of life.
And, He used people who may never ever know just how they helped to save me from myself.
To be continued…
deChurched to reChurched is a series on about how God brought me back to the church after 15 years of disappointment, frustration and stubbornness. The posts in this series are: Part 1: Adrift, Part 2: Ajar, Part 3: Aware, Part 4: Alive.
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