Last night, I felt like I needed to change things up and get out of the routine of “doing church.” More to the point, last week was just a beating. Physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually exhausting. I’m not complaining, it’s part of bearing my cross. But it doesn’t take away from the toll it takes to go through such exhausting weeks. I normally go to The Village, and I love it. I really wanted to go there last night, but I felt God leading me to go to The Movement at Northplace Assemblies of God instead.