Thanks be to God!

I can be a huge weenie sometimes. Fortunately, Mr. M has a low threshold for this.

I started "dating" new churches this Sunday. (Yes, I'm sticking with the relationship analogy.) I was more than a little terrified to start. My initial plan had been to take a few months off, worship with the Quakers (clearly a good place for discernment), and then start looking. But I met with a new friend last week, and felt like it might be OK to start exploring. I was good until Sunday morning, when I was was not at all pleased to be branching out. Mr. M bundled me up, opened my car door, and showed great forebearance when I fretted all the way to the parking lot.

Getting ready for church stunk. Going into a new church stunk.

Realizing 10 minutes in that church is church, God is God, and this denominational stuff is really not that important was fabulous.


  1. Good for you for "getting back out there." Enjoy your journey whether it be in a new church or in the company of other souls searching in silence.

  2. I so want to experience other churches.

    I so want to be with my community every Sunday (and walking half a block means no car door to close)

    you are doing a brave thing.


"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins