I didn't go to church today. I haven't gone over the past several weeks. I feel that my faith is slipping. I used to go every week and felt guilty if I didn't go. That guilt is slipping away too. My food for my faith seems to be daily Bible reading, but that's about it.
How did I get to this point?
I think there are several reasons. Family tragedy in a boom, boom, boom fashion. Feeling that it should have been me. Why wasn't it me? I have less to offer the world than they did. Why did something so unfair happen? God's plan for my life sure seems to be filled with lonliness.
Part of not going to church lies within my church itself. It has become greedy. Money seems to be its main motivating factor. Let's build this. Let's sponsor that. Let's be better than everyone else. I hate that. When tragedy struck my life, I didn't even get a call from my minister. I guess I must be on the outside fringes of my church's community.
Then there is my marriage. I pray and pray about it, but it does not improve. I feel whipped. Broken.
My faith used to be strong. I knew God loved me. Now I wonder if I have failed so miserably that He is turning away from me. I wonder if He is letting me fail in order to correct me somehow. I see His hand in many areas of my life. I see that some of my prayers get answered. Yet I'm not seeing progress where I feel I need His help the most. So I've begun to feel unworthy. I go to my husband's family church. It doesn't feel like home to me.
I don't feel drawn to attending church anymore but I don't want to lose my faith. It's the only thing that keeps me going some days. I think it's still there, but it's weaker than it once was.
My faith journey seems to be headed in a different direction than I ever expected.
CW



