I miss going to church. As I sit here and type this, tears roll down my face. I want to hear the church sing, feel the testimonies, pray with my brothers and sisters, listen to the Sunday school lesson, hear the little kids sing, fellowship, and feel the sweet spirit of my Lord as the preacher preaches.

      While God can bless me at home, and He does, it’s not the same as being at church. I get strength from being with the church. I feel their love. The combination of the church and the Lord is the best. I can’t even put into words how being with the church and feeling the spirit of the Lord makes me feel.

      Therefore, I let the tears flow freely and don’t even try to stop them. The truth is that I don’t even know how to pray. I don’t know what we need right now. I don’t know what will make things better, but my Lord knows it all. He understands the groaning of my soul.

      Sometimes it is good to allow ourselves to feel the sadness and heartache of it all.

     2 Corinthians 12:8-9 (KJV)