Categories: church
Date: 02 April 2010 16:02:48
In the end, I went to the church I went to last night, rather than go to the Three Hours in the next parish along. It seemed to me if I am making an attempt to settle into a church, then whilst I'm doing that, I should stick with it.
I am very, very glad I did.
After the emotional turmoil of last night, an hour of the Stations of the Cross, and two hours of quietly sitting in church, reflecting, was exactly what I needed to acknowledge to myself that somewhere, somehow, God's got whatever I need, when I need it, and He is there to hold on to me, even if it so much doesn't seem like it at the moment.
For now, it's horrible... and I just have to accept that for now. It was odd that Good Friday was strangely comfortable. I think I seem to be in a long Good Friday/Holy Saturday anyway, and today everyone was with me, rather than me kicking against everyone else!
So, I am grateful that I went, thankful that for now I'm peaceful about it all, and I'll see what happens come Sunday...