No regrets

It's now been more than a year since I started attending the little Anglican church. (I thought it was a year this month, but looking back through this journal, looks like it was actually a year last month.) No regrets. Even though it was so hard to leave my former church -- and even though I have a rather long drive every Sunday morning -- no regrets AT ALL. The church is great, the pastor is fantastic, and I come home every Sunday happy instead of miserable. One of the best things I ever did.

I only wish all the people I left at the old church could get out, and find better churches too . . . but that's up to them, not me.