And I’m here; not going to church.
I don’t know what my deal is exactly.
But since the *issue* with the last pastor, that church hasn’t felt the same.
Could it be I’m in a rebellion?
I don’t know about that, because I do spend time talking to God- not everyday, but when something is weighing heavy on my chest I will.
I also feel like my life is all strung out, and I work, work, work, and would like just one day- just one- to feel like I have ZERO obligation.
Selfish of me, I know.
But maybe I am a bit cynical. Maybe I do feel like *the church* would have me *suffer and endure and otherwise be miserable* waiting on God to fix something that isn’t ready to be fixed. Maybe I feel like God does expect us to help ourselves. Maybe I feel like forgiveness is given, but forgetting is harder to do? Maybe I don’t want to have to face the questions of what is going on? How’s your husband? What are you doing now? Maybe that is it too?