When covid hit, though I had been a traditional church goer all my life, my church closed for 3 months. Nothing. I rediscovered God when I started attending a charismatic church that reopened after only a month’s closure. They reopened maskless, full praise band in attendance. I kept attending because the pastor was Biblical based in all his teaching and asks us every week if we have our Bibles with us. As I have gone along now, nearly four years, in, there are things that don’t mesh with my traditional church upbringing, so I have returned at times to my old church. My husband would never leave our old church. I had to forgive a lot of covid excesses at the old church, but I have come to appreciate that people were frightened and just needed to be told what to do. They were the sheep, so to speak, but the shepherd was not the Good Shepherd but the Prince of Lies. Many now realize that they were gaslit and lied to. They may not say it aloud, but they know. We’ll see where the rubber meets the road.

I find myself, too often scrolling through this substack reading through comments. This is the only substack I follow, though I often read, other commenters suggestions. I am not on X and most social media, but I can still too often find myself going down online rabbit holes. I have to stop and ask myself if this is what Jesus really wants me doing? Is this my God given purpose? The answer is No. so, I pull back and start over again to find my gift from God and use it.