Speaking of Confessions...

When I started this blog on Sunday, I did so due to the strong inspiration I received while in church. I felt like there was a need for an outlet for people - especially women - to talk about their frustrations with church in the traditional sense and the efforts to navigate one's spiritual journey without the sacrifice of one 's spiritual edification.

Becoming comfortable with the notion of not attending church does not equate to not loving God is a serious head game many of us must overcome.

With that said, something must be in the air because over at one of my favorite blogs, Something Within, guest blogger Jessica Davenport provides valued insight as to why she has chosen to take her own break from traditional Sunday morning worship:

It’s Sunday and the clock on my nightstand reads 11am. Typical church hour. I swiftly divert my eyes away from the clock and back at the novel I’m reading, pretending not to notice. “You ain’t missing nothin,” I grumble out of the side of mouth as I turn the page.

And there you have it: my Sunday morning ritual. Instead of squeezing myself into pantyhose and my “Sunday best” and rushing out the door like I once did, I spend the morning trying not to think too hard about where my relationship with the church went wrong.

As my daughter embarks upon her own spiritual pilgrimage down under at World Youth Day, I pray that my life serves as an adequate example of what it is to search for the true one and only living God in order that we may be easily recognizable as Christians a.k.a "anointed ones."

Thanks to Rev. Renita Weems and Jessica Davenport for sharing.