Cynthia Bezek |
“Yeeeeesssss!” the congregation chorused back, rising to their feet and thundering their applause.
I felt like the lone party pooper in a crowd of carefree worshipers. No, I am decidedly not happy, I muttered under my breath. Does it matter? Do I have to be happy to worship God?
It had been a typical Sunday morning for me. After getting up early . . ." click here for the rest of Cynthia's story.
♥ ferree
P.S. You're not alone on this journey. Every day our private Facebook group, Lifeboat, picks up new survivors. You are welcome to climb aboard, too. Simply friend me on Facebook and I'll add you to the group. If you find it's not what you're looking for, simply opt out. But I'd venture to say you'll agree with others who say, "I've been looking for something like this!"
thank you ferree and cynthia. I needed this.
ReplyDeleteSometimes God puts us all together like pieces of a puzzle, just at the right time. Love and prayers for you Megan.
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