I counted the pews leading up to ours, like I did every Sunday. It wasn’t Sunday, and there was nothing familiar about the sanctuary today. This church held so many memories for my life; dragging a bag full of coloring books and projects to work on during the sermon, racing with all my might to show everyone the date that parents wrote in my Bible on the day that I was saved, inching closer to my Mom so I could hear her sing. So many vivid, velvet memories, but not today. Today felt like burlap, my skin raw from tears. Today was stale, today was confusing, today was different. (Continue reading…)