Last Sunday, I went to church.

It was super early and super far away. But I went. I’m not sure if I enjoyed it. I was just glad to have gone. I might have been a bit sleepy – and I might have lied about my age a little bit – but I went to church last Sunday.

Last Sunday, I went to church.

I wore my best dress and my newest pair of earrings. I had on my favourite pair of heels (which hurt my feet) but I wore them anyway. I was going to look good for God. Dressed to kill but in low spirits, I went to church on Sunday.

Last Sunday, I went to church.

I wanted God to know that I’m trying. I’m not sure what to do next or where to go from here But I am trying. I don’t have a church to attend consistently, yet. I don’t know why He led me here. I just … don’t know. But I am trying. So I went to church last Sunday.

Last Sunday, I went to Church.

I hope it becomes a habit. I hope I find a church to keep going to. I hope I finally belong somewhere soon.

Dr Nyameba 💜

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