Last night, I experienced a feeling that, to my knowledge, I’ve never experienced before. I did not want to go to church. And once I got there, I didn’t want to be there.
On Saturday, I signed my 18-month lease for my new home in Memphis. It’s a wonderful place with outstanding management. The townhome I was able to secure is very spacious for me and my bride who will join me in December. I will receive my keys tomorrow (July 14th) and the move-in process will begin its full swing. Now, for the reasons I felt the way I did last night.
At first, I could not comprehend why in the world I was feeling such emotions. I love my church. I have loved being there since October thanks to the wonderful people, solid preaching, and dynamic vision. Once I consulted my quite knowledgeable fiancee, I came to a conclusion. The subconscious disconnect from McNairy County has finally kicked into high gear. Adamsville/Selmer is not my home anymore. First Baptist Church will no longer be my place of worship. Piggly Wiggly won’t be the only grocery store anymore. And slugburgers will be a harder commodity to attain (AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!). The signing of the lease was the most contributing factor in my flood of emotions last night. I was able to confide in several people who understood my predicament because of similar situations. I never thought I would be very far from McNairy County (and Memphis isn’t incredibly far, mind you), but this is a huge step in life for me.
Thanks to my emotional makeup, I’ll probably have a good cry this week because I tend to only cry when I’m overwhelmed with 10 million emotions. And with my birthday coming up on Thursday, I’ll for sure be a basketcase by the end of the week.
I’m not sure why I’m writing this post, but thanks for reading it anyway. You’re a pal.