Most people go back to church to find Jesus.
But I feel like I left it for the same reason.
Left the morning assembling and the worship sessions.
Left the prophetic teams and the healing rooms.
Left the potlucks and the women’s dinners and the coastal retreats.
Pulled my children from the youth groups.
And the over-eager Sunday schools.
For the first time in our lives we aren’t tithing anywhere.
Life is quieter, simpler.
We have fewer social connections.
We ask different questions
Think different thoughts
Hide less. Revel more.
Like inland plants transplanted to the coast
we are growing used to new winds in our face.
The new salt spray.
Survival is not guaranteed.
But oh the views.