There are days where I really just feel odd at church. Times where it’s as if some how every one can see every little movement I make, I know it’s not true but it feels that way all the same.
It really all depends on weather or not I can even focus on what’s being said that day, but for the most part i seem to drift off into space and think about all types of randomness. Much like the consistency of this post.
This girl in front of me raised her hand and I got a good look at it and remembered how gentle women are, but also how long it’s been since I’ve held hands. Simple pleasures lost in routine become so apparent when their gone. (or when their out for a season)