Recently I have found myself in the depths of melancholy.
January was a hard month for me. As many of you know we lost our cat, we found a tumor on our dog that has turned out to be cancer, and the house that we are renting went on the market and got offers right away. So this, combined with friends losing loved ones, my propensity for letting bad news happening in the world get to me, and just the general malaise I often feel during this time of the year were what I was sure was the cause of my depression.
But the more I prayed about it and the more I looked inward and thought about it the more I realized that, although I was affected by all of that the true reason behind my depression was that something was missing in my life.
This missing something is - attending church. At first I could not believe that was it since until a couple of years ago I had not been going to church for over 20 years and even after I started going again my attendance at services was sporadic at best. After moving to Vashon I have tried a couple of local churches but none of them have really fit. So it was easier to just not go. It finally hit me full force last night that this was truly it when I was talking to a friend about it on my commute home last night and a sense of peace and understanding filled my spirit. I had one of those "aha" moments.
So this Sunday you will find my butt on a pew somewhere.
So this Sunday you will find my butt on a pew somewhere.
Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another - and all the more as you see the Day approaching. (Hebrews 10:24-25)
