church

I almost didn't get up this morning. But, I missed church two weeks ago since the car was out of commission. I was up late scanning pictures for hours and watching TV. I made a promise to myself that I would keep my word to my grandma and attend church. I've been attending my aunt's church since May. I haven't joined because I'm not at that point yet. It's been a while...so many years since I have regularly attended church; since I was a kid, but I'm getting back into the swing of things. I don't know why, but I am a little apprehensive about talking to God. I just have this feeling that my words will not be heard and my prayer will not be answered, or I won't even get some sort of answer to my problem. I feel like it's been too long and I've messed up my opportunity. It feels as though I don't realize my responsibility until after the moment has passed.

I can only hope that it's not too late and my dark cloud will soon reveal a silver lining, or the beginning of one to help on my way.