My emotions over the things of faith aren't triggered in a place of worship often.
But as an aside, you should know that they are triggered here...
In the changing landscape of a Midwestern spring. In the face of a boy I was once worried I may not keep. My soul wells up with hallelujahs on a daily basis, in the ordinary things of life. I carry those praises along in my heart and when we go to church, something happens to them. They go quiet. Sure, sometimes I have a moment, a certain song or words said at just the right time to bring a lump to my throat or to cause me to grab a pen and scribble down an aha moment. But for the most part...nothing....(continued)
If you'd like to read more of my thoughts on faith and church- including why I think my hallelujas "go quiet"-head on over to If Life is a Highway. (No pressure. If church-talk isn't your thing, I understand. But please know, I'm very honest about my struggle over there, so if you'd like to think with me, click on over.)
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