Going to church was not meant to be easy. It’s not even meant to make things easier as a result. It’s meant to make life possible. When I go to church, sometimes I don’t feel better about life until I’m home again. But I do feel better. And maybe I learned something. Or lots of somethings. Or only half of something.
I remember one Sunday, a few years ago, I was struggling with something that had happened recently. I was in a class and the lady who was teaching didn’t really like me (at that time, I really came to love her later) and so I tuned out a little. But then she said one sentence and it was like I knew something else because of it. That’s how church works sometimes. I learn something that’s not being vocally taught, but because of something someone said, I know a little more.

I go to church to worship God and to learn about how to be a better person. Sometimes that means going sad, going angry, going embarrassed, going ticked off (yep, I’ve done that plenty of times). But I need to go. If I don’t, I think I’d become the worst version of myself.
I’m grateful to be an imperfect person, have a church to go to with imperfect people to worship a perfect, loving God who knows me better then I know myself.