I don't know the exact date, but it's been about a year since we found out about the changes that were to happen at the donut church. When the pastor told us what he was doing, what unfolded over the course of the last year flashed in front of me--the broken relationships, people set a drift...and all I could do was cry.
We tried hard to stay, to help those we knew would be hurting. But in the end, we couldn't stay.
What I miss most is the community. We've been working at forming a community here, mostly by having people over for dinner. And while breaking bread together does make bonds, it's not the same as a community that prays with and for us.
I need that prayer. I know God has something for us here, but it's not coming together in the timeline I'd like.
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You are right on with the date. I visited my first non-donut church on August 31st. That means I was done at the donut church the week before on the 24th.
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