Awakening

For the first time in so long, I feel spiritual life and hope stirring up inside me again. God seems to be using circumstances to remind me that he hasn't given up on me... that there IS hope for me.

I'm excited about what is to come.

Unity

There was a time, back in my "spiritually alive" days, when two friends and I would pray together three times per week. We would pray in the empty church, with the lights dim and music playing softly... we would pray together and seperately. We could each find a place to pray alone when we felt like it, and we always came together in the end to pray together for each other's needs.

And then all three of us moved to new towns.

I miss this SO badly. I miss sisterhood. It's been amazingly hard walking alone on this path. I miss having the encouragement, the accountability,... I miss having someone beside me to help me up when I fell. SO OFTEN lately it seems like all I can do is fall down. I feel stuck in a rut of spiritual deadness.

I long for this unity with my husband, but so far that is not happening. I really had hoped that we could walk together... but still I'm alone. Maybe it'll change when we are both going to the same church... or maybe it won't. Maybe by some crazy miracle God will lead people to me who want to pray. Who knows.

Now that this has all been properly vented about, I'm going to leave it in God's hands... and see what will happen.