Year of Hospitality
A friend's hand holding a teacup from The London Tea Room- St. Louis, MO Summer, 2014 It is March. I have successfully avoided writing this post for 3 months of 2015, and I am not sure why I dragged my feet about it in the first place. In January, I visited Grace and Peace Fellowship, a local church which contains many of my favorite people, including relatives, friends, and former neighbors. At the time, I was feeling distant from God and people. I hoped that a change of scenery for one Sunday would help refresh my spirit. Have you ever been at that point? For me, it wasn't that I hated my church or the people, nor did I want to deny God forever. I admire our church leaders and I learn wonderful things about God from them, but at the time, I felt like I was going through the motions. Church was starting to feel monotonous. There have been a lot of changes in my life since last summer after four years of an arduous journey. One of the things I am having a difficult time ...