The Tiny Corners Journal

I love that word.

Anyway, I woke up this morning feeling very self-conscious about last night’s post.  I reread it and it was so very melodramatic and…well, maudlin.  I thought about deleting it, but decided that wouldn’t really accomplish anything.  As embarrassing as I think it might be, it was how I was feeling at the time.  And that’s okay; it’s not wrong or something to cover up (with paint, or vices, or anything else).

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I was asked to be a member of a committee at church.  I agreed and I’m glad I did.  We had our first meeting this afternoon and I was able to actively participate without breaking into a cold sweat / turning beet red.  I wouldn’t have been able to do that a year ago and for that I am grateful.  I still struggle with many of the theological aspects of church, but I love it there and very much feel at home.