I hate the way I feel about church.
I don’t feel that I fit there. There is no Emma shaped hole in that congregation, and I am all right with this.
But I am kindled there.
It’s as though that building, those people, serve as an amplifier for my emotions. I don’t feel strongly about anything for the majority of my days—when I do, it’s just a sort of dull thing, like a mild tooth ache in my heart.
Until I step through those doors.
For no reason at all, I could start crying over that threshold.
I hate it.
I hate that the only time I feel, it’s to feel miserable. Sad. Defeated. Disappointed.
Being there hurts, and I can’t decide if hurting is better than nothing.
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beforethefaceofgod said:
Maybe you could try another church? No one should settle for feeling miserable.
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lacklusterlovers posted this
This is where I share some of my shorter writings, thoughts, musings...you get the idea. I should probably have something vaguely more clever here about my sexuality or my liberal views on...whatever, but that would defeat the point of posting on here.
