Still kinda feeling a little bit of that Thursday-funk today. I still think it has something to do with that e-mail I got--the one saying a particular beloved pastor at my church is moving to a different church and, with his departure, a certain beloved ministry is departing as well. Really, it doesn't affect me super personally; I mean, I wasn't super close with him or anything. But I think with his leaving, my hopes of finding community this next year in that ministry, with those people is leaving too. Dumb, I know, to put all my hopes on that one thing (I'm working on it). I think it mostly just hit me again with the news that I've been living without good community for so long, and I got kind of discouraged. It's true, the "lone ranger Christian" thing does suck, on a number of levels.
Anyway, I got back home tonight and the happy couple was about to head out to an evening service at a friend's church. Not wanting to sit at home and stew in my despair, I made the spur of the moment decision to tag along (oddly enough, to the church that certain beloved pastor is going to). I'd been there once before, and while the church is awesome, I definitely remembered feeling good and out of place there in the heart of "Trendyville USA," as I like to think of it. Not my exact cup of tea, but away we went. And there God and I had a good talk. At least the start of a good talk; it needs to be continued, for sure. About life. About secrets. About faithfulness. About community. And more. And suddenly I was very thankful for Trendyville and the opportunity they'd given me to meet God there.
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