So I decided to go by myself, left the kids home with the hubby.

Of course I knew others that would be there, so it’s not like I was totally alone, but still, the whole fact that I am going to church again is crazy to me… I never thought it would happen.

But it is, and I am planning on going every weekend that I possibly can.  It’s not so much ‘church’ for me, but an hour of ‘self-help’ type commentary.  This was only my second week going, but both times I fought back tears as the comments really hit home.  It was as if the pastor (is that what you call him?  I guess I’m so used to the priests of the catholic church) was speaking DIRECTLY to me and no one else.  But I guess that’s what is good for everyone.  No matter what they portray on the outside, everyone has problems, everyone can relate.  Some people might be falling apart at the seems because of a failed marriage… others may be battling cancer or have loved ones battling cancer.  We all need something to make us get out of bed everymorning, to help us fight the fight.  I guess maybe I’m finally ready to let God back into my life.