When I was in my early 30’s, I experienced something life-changing. I had been going to church steadily for a couple of years, and was doing my best to be a “good” person.
But I found myself in a place of complete discontentment. Everything looked perfect from the outside, but inside, I felt like the dreams I had were slipping away… I wanted to move back to my hometown… I made all sorts of plans about my career and what I wanted to do, and none of those plans involved remaining in Charlottesville.[ ]