Today I went back to church for the first time in years. During my time at the castle, I visited a church a few times (wanted to go more, but covid restrictions prevented this) and felt I had started to re-find my faith.
I use to go to church regularly previously, another family member has been going for many years and was always encouraging me to go, but due to my addiction getting stronger, I always made the promise to go every week, but never went. They then just stopped asking me.
It was a nice feeling to attend church again and a family member greatly appreciated that I was renewing my faith. The congregation was small, which was a little heartbreaking, but I felt comfortable and felt part of the church again. I will now make a conscious effort to attend every Sunday.
Once home, it was another tidy-up day, cleared out more stuff and put it in the shed. The pile for the recycling and the skip is getting bigger.
The feeling of clearing and sorting out the house is welcoming. I have hope towards what my ‘new’ house will be like when I am finished. A new place of peace.
I am grateful for the new connections I am making within the church and restoring my faith.
