Part of my holistic recovery is getting back into church. What does it matter if I’m physically and emotionally healthy if I’m spiritually dying? So, today, I went to church. 

Today’s sermon was on…drum roll please…HUMILITY. You see…I’m a slow learner, so God had to really drive the lesson home.

I’m going to be really honest. When I normally walk into church, I put off the vibe that if you talk to me, I may eat you alive. I’m not proud of it…but my porcupine quills are real. Today…something really strange happened. People spoke to me. I let my defenses down a little. It felt good. 

I’m learning that I need people in my life. More than that, I need God in my life…to be the center of my life. I can’t afford to be an island any longer, and I can’t afford to hold onto things that were never mine to hold. 

Don’t get it twisted. I still have a backpack full of crap. Rome wasn’t built in a day. It’s taken me 41 years to get to this place where my life looks like a war torn country. This week, some of the rubbish has been cleared. The storm is over. It’s time to tear down the broken down edifices and allow a season of rebuilding to occur. 

I’m pretty excited to see what is to come. I know that the breaking down is going to be painful…but the reconstruction that God is about to do is breathtaking.