The Second Day

The first day was hard, especially when Selah my three year old asked repeatedly where her father was. On the way to school she whispered to herself, "I'm never gonna see my daddy again." This is way harder than I could have imagined. Today I've felt very inspired. I'm prepared to take this journey. This morning for the first time in months I got up early and had bible study, then I went to the gym. It feels good not worrying about writing papers and test. Next week I'm preparing to start getting involved in my new church. I love my new church. We spent a year and a half at our old church and we felt very guilty about not liking it, but finally had to leave. After reading Shane Claiborne's book I felt a calling to help those less fortunate than myself in any way I could. Unfortunately, my old church did not do any community outreach, so I felt I had to leave. People had been mentioning here and there that I check out this church called the mission, but I never put any thought to it. Little did I know right around the corner from us was the Mission. Their motto is no perfect people. From day one there I have felt comfortable and felt that I was supposed to be there. At the mission I'm surrounded by outcasts, people with tattoos, the homeless, people who were addicted to drugs, people that society wants to shun their eyes from....The sermons are the kind that make you want to act after hearing them. Last week the pastor told everyone to do one selfless, kind act for someone and write it anonymously and place it in the offering. This is were I feel at home and loved. Praise God.