I’ve mentioned a little, bits and pieces, that we’ve been in a (long) process of finding a new church. I’ve tried a little here, a little there.. I’ve never really committed to anywhere..

I’m not really certain that this is “the one” or that we’ll end up committing to our “new church” either.. but I can say this: it looks like there’s potential. How’s that for vague? =p

Hubs and I have taken the kids to a new church for the past 3 Sundays and we’ve all liked it pretty well. The incredible thing is that it’s quite a drive (we have to leave 45 minutes before the service starts) and I can’t believe that we’re actually making that kind of drive on Sunday mornings. Fortunately there are two services and the late one is at 11:15. ;0)

This has also made for three really great family Sundays. We’ve either gone out to lunch with his family or gone straight over to his mom’s house and had lunch there, and then we spend the rest of the day swimming and visiting with his mom and her husband and his brother and sister-in-law. We haven’t left before dark thirty each Sunday and we’ve just enjoyed a lot of family quality time together. It’s been great.

I’m not even certain that we will all go back next Sunday, I’m just taking it one Sunday at a time. I know that the past three Sundays have been really great and I’m hoping for more great Sundays in the future. After such a long time of not being able to say that.. it’s really nice to say that right now. =)

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Last night I dreamed I was attending a church service and I didn’t like it. At all. There were some people there I liked, but the service consisted mainly of several performances – that lacked anything whatsoever to with God, worship, praise, the bible, or even a personal testimony of experience with God. I was so bothered I tried to leave, but it seemed that we kept dropping things or forgetting things and I was having the hardest time getting out of there with the three kids.

I finally made it outside and ran into somebody I knew (not from the church, just standing outside) who asked if I didn’t like it. “No, I did not.” I replied. “Where are you going now?” they asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t have a church to go to.”

Sounds like a bad dream, doesn’t it?

The church I’ve been going to (a couple times a month since December) isn’t as bad as the one in the dream, but I’m not happy there for other reasons. It’s not the right church for me. The one I went to twice before that one, I liked even less. Now I have the task of finding a different church to try.

It’s not that there aren’t any other options. Maybe it’s that there are too many options. We have at least a dozen churches, maybe two, here in our small town. We just need to start trying them out. In the meantime, without a church to call home, without a steady diet of good teaching to feast on each week, I feel a little lost.

Lost in transition.