I went to church this morning.  It was a small victory.  I have only gone to church a handful of times, in over a year, for complicated reasons.  The reason that I had originally stopped going was because I became psychotic.  One day, sitting in my living room, I "felt the presence of Satan".  And I felt that if Satan could turn up with me, in my living room, then there must have been a good reason for it, and I did not belong in church, and I should not bring the Devil to church services, with me.  Yes, I know how troubling and insane that sounds.  Sadly, it was my reality, at the time.
    Thank God, over time, I got better, and no longer believed this delusion, but my soul was still unsettled, I didn't feel like I belonged at church, I didn't feel that I belonged anywhere, actually.  It was easy to make excuses not to go to church.  But yesterday, I felt that wonderful desire to go to church, so I went this morning.  And it touched my soul.
      When it came time for prayer requests, I had one in mind.  I wanted to raise my hand and say to the Pastor:  "I have a prayer of thanksgiving.  I want to thank God for giving me  peace of mind and happiness. This journey has been so difficult, but I know that I didn't travel it alone."  But I was too shy to voice this aloud, so I prayed silently, and couldn't stop the tears of joy.  I am so thankful, Lord.  Please don't let it slip away.