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We’ve decided.
We’re just tired of gallivanting around, and Ben especially is longing to make some connections, get involved, settle in. (I’m still content to sit in a pew and just take in the service.) On our way back from the church that I loved last Sunday, I suggested that maybe the solution for us would be dividing our time between two churches. He was a bit stunned; that hadn’t occurred to him. “I’ll have to think about this,” he said.
And tonight, while he was beating me in our nightly game of cards, he said, “Well, let’s do what you suggested. At least for a while, until we see if it works.”
So this week we’ll be going to the Baptist church that felt like home to Ben. I won’t be miserable there—I didn’t hate it. And next week we’ll be going back to the Presbyterian Church that touched my soul. Ben won’t be miserable there—he didn’t hate it.
Who knows how this will pan out? Maybe we’ll start to feel more comfortable, or needed, or blessed by one of the churches, and end up settling there for good. Maybe it’ll feel too weird not to fully commit to one church over the other. Maybe going to two churches will feel great, and we’ll both find unexpected joys in the other one’s pick. The churches are very different, so I think we’re in for some interesting times.
Thanks for following along with me. Megan, sweetie, thanks for the idea. 

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  1. Doug WorgulAugust 22, 2018 at 8:46 AM

    Excellent.

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  2. Joy BachAugust 22, 2018 at 9:51 AM

    Keep us posted.

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  3. Deb PorterAugust 22, 2018 at 3:24 PM

    I'm so pleased. I had a feeling that may end up being the way you would go after the realisation that you probably aren't going to be able to find that one that works for you both. So this is the best result for now. As time goes by, you will both probably find a stronger connection to one than the other. Hope it's the same one. <3

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