Quiet, Sick

I was hoping today would look a little differently than it has thus far.

I visited a new church this morning. The service was LONG. Worship was actually good. There were moments where I began, at least, to meet with Jesus. The sermon, well, I'm not actually sure the guy had a point. I certainly couldn't find it. He did talk quite a lot about surfing - which is perhaps not the most useful illustration ever when preaching in a land-locked province.

I went to the park this afternoon. Hoping to walk and pray. To find some things growing in me again. Instead, nearly as soon as I arrived I began to get ill. I walked for probably less than 15 minutes before becoming increasingly ill and having to wait to catch a bus to come home.

So, I'm tired. I'm going grocery shopping with my roommate. Then I guess I'm going to rest.

I'm feeling quiet. And a bit discouraged and frustrated. And still a bit ill.