Broken
The kids and I were playing the other day, when my 3 year old said, "Mommy, you are broken." I don't remember what we were playing, but those words have stuck with me since then. I realized, he's right. For MONTHS, yes MONTHS I just stopped going to church. Just STOPPED. I didn't want to. My 7 year old daughter did, and every Sunday she would ask me if we were going, and I would say no. So, she just got to the point where she would stop asking. Granted, I did have tests to study for, and take. So why didn't I want to go to church? I still don't know exactly, but I just didn't WANT to. At. ALL. If I did end up going, it was only for Abbie. Not for me. I wanted to make her happy, and I knew how much going meant to her. It didn't mean anything to me, I was just THERE. I felt invisible. Here I am surrounded by a lot of people, and yet I felt like I was the only one there. I hate feeling like that. So, I am trying this agian. I am making an effort to ge