The upside was sitting in the solitude of the sanctuary. Then the choir came out and practiced. It was lovely.
Then came the sermon...it was exactly what I needed to hear. While we sang one of the hymns I felt as if I was being cradled by God. Between the words of the sermon, the words of the hymn, and the music flowing over me I realized that I was where I needed to be. Not just this morning but in my life.
My good work is part of my calling right now. I need this time to rest in church, to listen to others' preaching, to remember that it is not all about me.
I'm also learning to be a part of church again. I'll be leading an Advent class at the end of the month. This week I'm meeting with a woman (UMC no less) who is charged with planting a church --she was told I'd be a good resource. That feels pretty damn good.
It's not about me. I am being cradled and healed.