Now Sundays are hard because we aren’t plugged in anywhere. It’s a longing to be somewhere we can’t–or somewhere that doesn’t exist. It’s spending the morning wondering what we’re missing because we don’t feel like we belong at any of the churches we have visited. Maybe that home feeling isn’t what we were called here to find. Maybe it’s a get-out-of-your-comfort-zone situation. Maybe it’s just time to rest. Maybe I’m not leaning in hard enough. Maybe I’m not seeing the obvious. Maybe Sundays are just hard.