When I was a young adult, living away from home for the first time and feeling pretty alone in my faith, I found a way to be at church almost every time the doors were opened. I took on a second job working at the preschool because I genuinely loved working with the people from church. I hardly knew anyone and most people were old enough to be my grandmother or even great-grandmother, but I joined their prayer circle and I soaked up Sunday morning service even if it wasn't the denomination I was familiar with. The old church was within walking distance of my apartment and it was a place of refuge from the world, an unwelcoming place for someone who wanted to follow God's Word, so it became my home away from home. I was only there a short time but I dove into that church and served, and found joy and peace in the family of God. And here we are today in 2020 where the world is a bit unwelcoming in general (we have to be, I know). And we can't meet together ...
Monk: One who lives in solitary self-denial Mommy: What a child calls the woman who gave him/her birth MommyMonk: A woman attempting to find inner solitude in the daily self-denial of motherhood