an attack of the St. Matt's sick...
I know, it probably sounds mad to most. To miss your church to the point you want to cry about it. But it's not just my church, it's my family . I've been there since I was 12, and the congregation has become my family, especially in recent years when things have been difficult at home. St. Matts was where I discovered that God was bigger than the biggest crap I could go through, and the place where I discovered just how big the power of people beliving in and loving you is. And I know I'll find another church, and Sam and I will be really happy...for now though, especially before we've really settled in, I feel a bit orphaned :(