(That’s two weeks for those of you unable to translate in British)
I’ve been busy. In a good way.
I’ve actually had things to do when I come home from work. Places to go. People to see. That hasn’t happened to me in a long time. It hasn’t left me with too much time to correspond, blog, or much else. I have been trying to catch up now for a day or two.
Saturday, I was confirmed into an Episcopal church. I finally have found a place to call home. A place where I fit. Granted, I have yet to make any friends, but I’m working on it. I have invested a lot of time in classes, learning what it means to be Anglican (the Episcopal church is part of the Anglican Communion) and where my niche is in this church. I am currently in a class in which I will examine my gifts and they will find me a place to serve.
I was raised in the church and for years have visited and been a part of many different denominations, all in my search for where I fit. This search may not seem rational to some and others question why I would choose a denomination that is in a radical state of change (name me one that isn’t, and I promise you that you aren’t seeing the whole picture). It’s the first time in my life, however, that where I worship is truly my own decision, and I haven’t dived in blindly. I prayed and sought and read and spent time in the church before I joined it. It’s my choice, one I felt led to make.
I’ve stood at the fork in the road before… and chosen the WRONG way… not even the runner up to “best” which is known as a “good” way. I haven’t had the right choosing skills. I hope I have them now. Please bear with me as I navigate this new road.