Living Sunday to Sunday

I'm drowning on weekdays, thriving on Sundays.

For the second time in my life I look forward to church. It was never that big of a hassle, and I enjoyed many parts of it, but I never felt like I do now. Now if I miss a Sunday I feel like I've missed out. If I miss church I've left my congregation to walk this journey on their own. I've skipped our normal meeting place and been off on my own. I could be even with them on the path, but I've lost them. Most likely I'm falling behind.

It' a great place to be though. I desparately yearn for communion with my congregation family.

Now as I am in Wichita with family I am sad. Not just because I am without that congregation family I love so much at home, but because I just don't have the same relationship with my family. My family is great, I have been amazingly blessed to have them, and I love them. This is nothing against them. I own the blame just as they do. I just wonder if it will change, and how to do it?

I'll leave you utterly confused and a little upset, and move on to the next post.