Most definitely time for me to get my praise on.
Today at MoVal I put myself well out of my comfort zone and during the end of the service I walked down the isle to talk to Jared (preacher/coon hunter). Simply put, the man knows my past, and I told him I wanted to join the church family at MoVal.
No sparks, water, or anything else. Just a quick prayer, and introduction after church (I’ve been attending for a year and a half now), and we called it good.
More importantly; I’m safe, I’ve found sanctuary, a refuge.
I’ve found home.