I lied. On Sunday, I didn't really like the church that much. I didn't dislike it, but I miss my church. My church. My church family. Usually there's about 175 people at my church on an average Sunday. Last week there were 80 I heard. My church family is blown to bits. Little pieces scattered all over. And what's worse, most of them I never told them that I loved them.
I downloaded four Christian podcasts about dealing with grief. Hope it helps.
Sometimes I'm mad. Mostly I just feel like crying. A big moaning cry that shakes my whole body. Then it goes away.
Pastor's been dilly dallying with a church member says Pastor's wife. I don't know if she has absolute proof, but that's what she said. She knows scripture, I know that for sure. My friend says the divorce will be particularly ugly because they've both chosen lawyers in town. Two lawyers in town who absolutely hate each other. That's a fine scenario.
Zumba was good. Tuesday I had 11 peeps. This month's Zumba DVD is a gold mine of cute choreography. I've found five routines I like. That's a record. One of the songs is "Take On Me" by Aha from the '80s. Really cute dance routine. Love it.