I live alone, but that is not why I am lonely. Lately I’ve been torn between two spiritual worlds, the one which I left and the one which is beckoning, though I am not yet ready to join it. When I look around me for a place to stand, a solid rock or a familiar shelter, I cannot find any.
My…
I don’t know you, but I get it. I once felt the weight of the future of the congregation that played a role in raising me. My father is one of only two elders in a congregation, if some found about the shift in my religions views they would not only call for his dismantle as an elder, but they would also expect him to excommunicate me. That’s too much too bare…If its like that I know how isolating that can feel.
Becca Kello 