Not a Museum, A Hospital

I wanted my first blog to be perfect; but since my scattered thoughts make it basically impossible to find one specific topic to base my first blog on, I'm going to just wing it. This is what my thoughts are about right now, at this particular moment.  I saw this video the other week.  It's been controversial but also in other ways has spoken to many people, myself included.  For so long I have run from "religion" but have forgotten that in doing so, I have also ran from Jesus.  I ran from churches acting like they were the plague.  Although it's sad to think that churches will always have those people in them that are hypocrites and hateful, there are so many that are good and loving.  As Jefferson put it, "It's not a museum for good people, it's a hospital for the broken." So this week I'm going back to church for the first time in so many years I can't even remember.  It's time to stop the facade I've built of a strong woman and go to Jesus as what I am, a broken little girl.  I'm going to a church I found in a town about 40 miles away.  I decided on one out of town to avoid the hypocrisy of the churches I've been to in the past and to avoid the pettiness of small town gossip.  I want to go there to learn and focus on God.  Who knows, maybe I'll even make a few friends to help me on my journey.