No Time For Cryin’ In Your Collard Greens—Girl, Get Your House In Order! Pt. 3

Because I was so emotionally drained from all of the divorce drama-rama, it was imperative for me to find a new church. I couldn’t stay at my old church because of too many mutual friends—you know how they do . . . all up in the business . . . trying to "help" (when all they really wanted to do was get more info for the rumor mill). Later for that foolishness, I had issues to resolve.

Now, finding another church was no small matter, mainly because my Christian beliefs are very central to how I try to live my life. So, the church hunt started with an afternoon of internet research on local churches. Although I knew I was looking for a house of worship in my current faith, I wouldn’t know if it was “the church” for me until I actually sat in the "atmosphere" and listened to what the minister had to say. So, after checking out many websites, three churches were targeted for visits in the coming weeks.

I tell you, finding a church with sound teaching, a warm atmosphere, non-meddling members, and good singing was like trying to unearth a diamond from beneath the earth. But, I would not settle for gravel when I knew there was a diamond to be found somewhere in my area. Nine weeks later, just when I started to stress out about my churchlessness, I found it--grant it, the church was 40 miles away, but it was still "home".