I’ve been moping around all day feeling sorry for myself. Living alone is tough. Belinda moved in with her friend Crystal, 3 hours south of me, and she’s coming to pick up the Beagles on Monday. Then I’ll be completely alone.
My local church has a Saturday night service, followed by several Sunday options. I decided to attend a Saturday service for the first time ever. That was probably the best decision I’ve made all week.
The service was fantastic, and talking about fishing afterward in the coffee shop with two other men was great as well. I feel like a new person.
I came home and made myself dinner: sun-dried tomato ravioli’s with garlic pasta sauce, and a glass of red wine.
Thank God for Christian friends.