"When words fail you start with a picture?"
I don't know if I'm quoting anyone there but these were the words that came to mind when I approached writing this post. What story is it that this picture tells?
For me it tells the story of an uncomfortable believer. I didn't go back to church because I heard the voice of God calling me, I didn't go back to church because I felt sad and I didn't go back to church because I was worried about where I'd go after this life. My reason for returning was for the fellowship.
I missed connecting with people on a level that went deeper than surface level. I missed singing worship songs at the top of my lungs with a group of people who were singing at the top of theirs. Hence feeling slightly uncomfortable, I had an agenda. However once I'd met that agenda, I realised that I was exactly where I needed to be.