What Shape is Your Puzzle Piece?

I've mentioned a time or twenty that I have a problem going back to my church of 14 years. I just feel so overwhelmed being there that I either leave in tears or cry through the entire service. Or both.

I brought this up (again) in my Grief Class on Thursday night. Several people had great suggestions about how to find a church to visit. As they talked, I had an aha! moment: finding the church is not the problem. I think you can find God where ever you are looking for Him. Finding a sense of community is the issue here. I can sit on back rows of various churches forever, but I find that my fog is lifting enough that I really miss relationships at church. But here is the deal: I cannot figure out whether to go to a women's class, a single's class or a couple's class. I don't seem to "fit" anymore.

 "Well," one of my wise and kind new friends in Grief Class said, "why don't you try to find a Sunday School first?" (Or Adult Bible Fellowship, Life Group or whatever-your-church-calls-it.) And the heavens opened and angels sang with an answer that should have been so obvious.

Being an A-type, I started researching online for Sunday School times in the area. I found a church that actually has THREE different sessions of SS: 8:40, 9:40 and 11:00 am to dovetail with their church services. I briefly considered trying one at each of the times today; kind of like Speed Dating my way through classes. My sanity was restored to me as I reminded myself that life is a marathon, not a sprint. I need to pace myself because grief still comes calling at the most unexpected times. I don't need the reality overload regardless of how it looks on paper.

So, heading off to try a class this morning. Fingers crossed, eyes to God.