I find myself in a strange nether world between what was and whatever is to be.
Divorced from former church relationships that were dear to me,
and lacking the heart to invest in new relationships.
Disillusioned with church as we’ve known it,
yet doubtful that church will ever be anything more for me than a conversation at my computer.
“I think that’s the source of my discomfort. I’ve outgrown the old to the point that it’s become unwearable, but the new is not yet woven, and I’m getting cold standing around waiting.”
My heart is laid bare, my motives, desires, and dreams conflicting and exposed.
Brokenness is what I desired, such a noble prayer.
When will it end?
“But I think we have to choose a courageous path: one in which we are not afraid to let the land lie fallow and allow the old things to die out, while we wait for God to renew the land and ourselves in the process.”