Recently a dear friend of mine started a blog because she needed an outlet to deal. There is a lot of emotional and physical trauma in her life right now and she needs prayer. I myself have found it difficult to reach out because I feel like I'm hiding part of the truth from her. I don't want to be part of the lie, but the lie is not mine and is not hers and it could hurt her unnecessarily. So, I just avoid direct conversation regarding that topic. But her need reminded me of my own little "journal." I actually have several partially filled notebooks with mixed up datelines because I still feel the need to write, and cry out, but am afraid to make it public and afraid to take it to the secret place. The Sanctuary. I want one again. Yes, I know, He is my Sanctuary, regardless of my physical location, but I still long for the place of safety where I can let my guard down.
This morning I am going to church with another dear friend. I'm apprehensive, and afraid of hoping for too much. Not to forget that I've found the weight I lost, and someone else's too, and I'm seeing some friends for the first time in a while. And what if I don't agree with their doctrine or theology, but wait, what do I believe? But right now that's not what matters. What matters is a place of fellowship in Christ. I miss being with other believers and the strength, peace, and encouragement that comes from that fellowship.
So, have a blessed Sunday and enjoy your day of rest.
Dawn M Blevins
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