Take me the way I am.

Listening to Ingrid Michaelson. It's a love song at the core.

I know that every once and a while- I like to go religious nuts about some things. But isn't that what church is supposed to be. Taking you the way you are.

It's funny how life works out. When Jon and I were together-- I wanted nothing more than to not be at church alone. I wanted him to come with me. To the point that I am pretty sure he avoided me on Friday nights and Saturdays until after noon so as to avoid another fight. I always thought-- obviously this is important to me-- and if he loved me.... he'd just go.

Now, I pretty much don't ever want to go to church-- and Matt wants to go with me. He will show up early in Rockford-- so we can go to church together.

When I was in California-- and had a wonderful pastor who was a hard worker and had a background in writing-- so he was smart, amazing church service, I wanted nothing more than to share that experience. In Rockford, I don't have the same sentiment. But it is important to me to keep it important. But sometimes, I say, that it does tax my spiritual experience to sit through the 11 o'clock hour at 325 N. Alpine. I mean, how many times- truly, can we have a sermon that does not have direction. How many times, can we have a song service where people didn't practice. But, is this just a negative rambling that is unproductive.

So, with this, I ask-- should I just take it the way that it is?

Probably- because I am too tired of trying for change. I am not Obama.