Church was awesome today, which sucks.
I played guitar, we had awesome music, lots of people showed up, sermon was on point, excellent community building today, Sun was shining, tons of kids…
And I found myself desperately wanting to believe. Wanting the songs to be real, wishing my sermon was true.
It was the kind of day where I think:
Yeah, I can do this. This job is awesome!
I’ve got a meeting planned for the end If the week with a possible employer. Every bone in my body wants to cancel the meeting and just do this job, the one I already have.
I hate good Sundays.