Ahhhhh tomorrow I'm going to share some of my story at church. Our pastor (I don't really like that word, negative connotations I guess, but I really like this guy) asked some of us to share part of our spiritual journey in observance of Pentecost and I'm totally excited to share it and also totally scared. I've told my story a little bit and I feel like I heal a little more every time I tell it and I also feel like I help open a bit of a way for others to heal when I say it out loud. It's still the worst though. Well, the worst and the best. So many great things happened in wake of the awful things that happened. Tomorrow I'll be focusing on how I got to the faith community I'm at now and what happened leading up to it was the second most painful thing I've been through. I still feel pain from it and I probably always will, how could I not, but as I tell it tomorrow I'll have to open myself back up to the violence that caused us to leave our old church so I'm getting ready for that.
There's no good way to end this. Hey, my podcast is on iTunes. We talk about wieners and Taco Bell.