As you may have seen from my previous post, I have been struggling with temptation. Although these temptations primarily stem from sins of the flesh, I have fallen into other types of temptation as well. For example, I’ve been tempted not to attend church. It feels terrible even to write those words. I never imagined admitting this, but it’s true. Church has started to feel like a “chore” or even a “waste of the day”—how awful does that sound? I’m not sure why my life seems filled with more and more temptation; maybe as I get older, the devil tries harder to lure me in.
Since I was a little girl, I’ve loved church—getting ready for it, singing, feeling that warm connection with our Father. But that warmth, the feeling that once traveled through my whole being, is gone or hasn’t visited me in a very long time. My relationship with God has become like a tree I’ve neglected; I know it needs my attention, yet I’m just watching as the rotten branches take over.
This may sound like a ramble, and maybe no one will read it, but at least my thoughts are out there. God knows them, I know them, and so does whoever is reading this.
I just ask for prayers for strength, to help me overcome sin.
Since I was a little girl, I’ve loved church—getting ready for it, singing, feeling that warm connection with our Father. But that warmth, the feeling that once traveled through my whole being, is gone or hasn’t visited me in a very long time. My relationship with God has become like a tree I’ve neglected; I know it needs my attention, yet I’m just watching as the rotten branches take over.
This may sound like a ramble, and maybe no one will read it, but at least my thoughts are out there. God knows them, I know them, and so does whoever is reading this.
I just ask for prayers for strength, to help me overcome sin.