Seriously. I'm trying to repress Billie Joe Armstrong's voice in my head, but it won't stop. 

Stefanie (long time friend-turned-intern) and I have been talking about how we have to rewrite our life now. Now that we realize that God's will may not be for us to be popular, new SUV-driving, straight-toothed, acne-free skinned Christians. Dang it. 

 I've been holding on to this article for some time, and today, in the words of Tool, 'the pieces fit'.  

A couple of quotes to tease you into reading the whole article:

'In good environments like mine, many spend their lives paying mortgages for homes in subdivisions with names such as "Klein Creek," "Mill Creek," "Highlands Ranch," and "Pinehurst"-euphemisms for rows of uniform houses of pressboard siding, regardless of square footage, in which stressed- out, tired, weary souls reside.'

 And: 

 Disillusionment with one's church, then, is not a reason to leave but a reason to stay and see what God will create in one's life and in the local church. What I perceive to be my needs—"I need a church with a more biblical preacher who uses specific examples from real life"—may not correspond to my true spiritual needs. Often I am not attuned to my true spiritual needs. Thinking that I know my true needs is arrogant and narcissistic. Staying put as a life practice allows God's grace to work on the unsanded surfaces of my inner life. Seventeenth-century French Catholic mystic François Fénelon wrote, "Slowly you will learn that all the troubles in your life—your job, your health, your inward failings—are really cures to the poison of your old nature."

I have to struggle with the realization that "God loves me and has a difficult plan for my life". (whoever sent me that quote–thanks!)

Read the whole article here.