Go Where You Get It

I was talking to a co-worker earlier this afternoon and I told her that even though I know it’s the biggest cliché in the world I like going to church because I feel better after it’s over. When I leave church, I just feel a sense of relief.

It’s the same when I leave my Grandpa’s house. I know when I need to go there. When the need flows in and out of me, and I think of how life used to be, how it isn’t now, and all the things I cannot control, and the world’s massiveness, and the kitties crying at home to be fed, and the laundry waiting to be started. It’s all there and it’s not going anywhere any time soon. These things abide and they exist and they take up just as much space as I do and sometimes, quite frequently, in the midst of it all I need to go where I get it.

Where is it I’m going and what is it I’m getting?

When I was talking to my Grandfather a couple hours ago I told him I think that hurt attracts hurt. When we hurt, we attract other people who hurt too, just like magnets.  The Lord has shown me through pictures where it is I hurt exactly and where this hurt filters through into every day life. What He plans to do with the hurt, I know not. For now, it is not His will for me to know.

In the mean time, I go where I get it.

I go where I get love.

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