I am just about to head up to Portland to stay the night at a friend's house before flying out in the morning. I'm even checked in already. I'll try and keep up everyday with the blog, let you know how everything is going.
This afternoon, I was leaving the school I substituted at when a lady I know from another church I belonged to saw me. She works there in the office. We got to talking and confirmed we are both at the same churches we were at the last time we talked. She said, "There is a place for everybody." I agreed there was and told her, "I'm glad there is a place for me." Even with my frustrations of churches in general, I am really glad I found a group who gives people room, who gives them open space to stretch out their own roots and branches. I've been like a painter, painting many colors on my spiritual canvas. It's a beautiful picture, God and I's creation, but everyone needs a place to pull out their brushes and make some brush strokes. I'm glad I found the places where I can paint.
365-09 #147Labels: 365-09 Challenge, God