Maybe Your Church Isn’t Even A Church
And that’s the beauty of it – there’s no right or wrong way to find peace and acceptance.
Maybe your church is somewhere on a mountain top,
Where the air is clear and so is your mind.
Maybe it’s there that you find yourself thanking the universe, as well as asking for forgiveness.
Maybe it’s there that you feel closer to heaven than anywhere else.
Maybe your church is sleeping in on Sunday mornings,
Where you wake up to the smell of coffee and sense of freedom.
Maybe it’s there that you find yourself at peace and filled with a little more happiness.
Maybe it’s there that you set your intentions for the following week and thank God for another day.
Maybe your church is in the middle of the lake, with a fishing pole and a hook.
Where you stare at Gods perfectly made creation.
Maybe it’s there that you find yourself being thankful for everything that has gotten you to this moment.
Maybe it’s there that you grasp onto memories and find comfort in your simple forever’s.
Maybe your church is sitting on a porch,
Where your coffee is strong, but your faith is stronger.
Maybe it’s there that you find grace in every mistake, and your past doesn’t seem so bad.
Maybe it’s there that you start seeing the light shine through the darkness and the light shine through you.
Maybe your church is inside the squat rack,
Where the music is loud and your dreams are louder.
Maybe it’s there that you feel your most powerful and where self-acceptance is at its highest.
Maybe it’s there that you work through life’s brokenness and feel yourself rising from the flames.
Maybe your church isn’t a church at all,
But just a moment,
a place you find internally,
where you find peace within the chaos.
Maybe it’s a quite prayer, where you don’t even know what you’re praying for.
But your purpose is pure and it’s here that you begin to realize that the things that wrecked you are the same things that made you resilient.
And that’s the beauty of it, there’s no right or wrong way to find peace and acceptance.