During the time I was teaching though, I wasn't being taught. I was needing outside inspiration and was trying to come up with that myself. At the end I chose to let the position go because I wasn't passionate about knowing the Lord for myself and therefore could not teach the children that. They deserved better. Even though I knew the stories and loved each child...I couldn't give them what they truly needed from me.
I started looking for a church. I went to one nearby and everyone was so friendly-they all came up to introduce themselves to me after service. It was like a wedding reception line. Someone even drove me home because it would be a long walk for me. At the end of service they offered prayers for the many families in their church who were sick. I was laid up for the next week feeling miserable.
Eventually I walked into a church where I developed inspiration. They taught things that I knew...but desperately needed to be reminded of. As soon as I walked into the building I knew I was in the right place though. I knew the songs and it felt peaceful. Someone told me once, "You have to go where you have peace." It was home. I feel like I'm coming alive again and after each sermon I am more aware of what God is speaking to my heart.
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