This feels so weird. It's Wednesday night and I'm at home. I'm not at Wednesday Prayer Meeting and I won't be at choir practice. I feel disconnected from my world. My girls went and Mr. H is working late. Until the past few weeks, I had never really given much thought to how much I depend on worship services (yes, I think choir practice counts as a worship service.) I wasn't sure if I went because it was just the right thing, the expected thing for me to do. Now I know the truth: I NEED it.