I will admit it.
For the past few months I haven't been going to church.
No, I haven't given up on God. My excuse has always been "I've just been really busy recently", which isn't completely a lie. I have been busy with school and moving. BUT. I
know that that's no reason to push the opportunity of getting closer to God and feeding my spirits, to the side. I always thought that it was a reasonable, legit "excuse". If anyone was to give up on someone, it should be God giving up on
me, but because God is so forgiving and loving, he wouldn't give up on me. Especially since I am one of God masterpiece, as is every single one of you.
Recently, I've been feeling like my life is heading in the wrong direction. I feel really uncomfortable, and something just doesn't
feel right anymore. Semester one is over, that's a good thing. But my marks were not
satisfying. I think it all started after I stopped going to church. My marks just started going downhill with the exception of music. Second semester started today, and before this day ever came, I felt that it would be easy and relaxing. I thought it would be a chill semester, but boy was I wrong. Nothing much happened today, but I suddenly felt overwhelmed. A feeling of uneasiness. The thoughts of "can I really survive this semester?" going through my head. I was suddenly doubting everything. I suddenly felt really... really...
weak. The feeling of being uncomfortable was welcomed into my life once more and the path I walk got further from the right path again.
Yesterday, I went to church for the first time in a long time. It was a different church, yes. But church is church. It's just the
house of God. Doesn't matter which church I go to right? My parents have been searching for a different church to go to because they felt it was time to switch. But that's not the main point. Yesterday, I felt like I was renewed again. I felt a little bit stronger. I could once again, breathe. I felt comfortable and satisfied. Today I walked into school feeling the way I felt before yesterday, and walked out feeling the same. It was not until a while ago, did it finally dawn on me as to why I might've felt that way. My conclusion? Simply because I have pushed God to the side for too long.
They say to place all your burden on God, right? I haven't been doing that. My friend told me that if there is a time when I am unable to STAND, to KNEEL. I told her I would do so. I actually haven't. I have never once seeked God when I was in trouble. I may have cried out "Lord, help me!" but have I actually cried out sincerely? What I mean by that is have I actually cried out because I needed him?
What I've been doing by not going to church is starving my spirit. There was no energy left in it. It's because I know that God is there for me ALWAYS. And because I know this point, I think to myself "Lord, you're always there for me. I'm just going to leave you for a moment. Don't worry though, I'll come back real soon!" But how soon was real soon? It might have been many more months, years or more. And because I've "left" him, the gap between him and I are opening wide. God's hands are reaching for me, and each time he tries to get closer, I'm always moving away from him. If I continued this, then in the future it'd be much harder for me. The large gap I'd have to try and fill in. The difficulties I'd have had to go through. The pain, the sadness and misery. But most importantly, those times I've been away from him, I could've been receiving so much more than I have now. I could've been receiving his eternal love.His love is always with me, I know. But while I'm away, I could only feel it around me, embracing me. But I never felt it
in me, which is probably most important. The times I've been away from him, I've been running around like that lost lamb that the Shepard went to look for. Being rebellious and not staying close to the pack and to the Shepard. I could've been eaten and killed by hungry wolves.
All I can do now, is restrengthen my spirit and let it grow and catch up with God. Let myself connect with God once again. It'll take time getting used to everything again. And maybe it's good to start anew. Whatever the case, I need to find my way back to God.
Lord, thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for
always being there for me even when I have neglected you. I am back, my father, and I hope that these warm pair of arms will forever be embracing me until I come see you. As well as all the others in the world. I am willing to start anew, it may take time, but I will surely get there knowing that you are there, holding my hands and helping me learn to walk step by step first, then up the stairs. Everything takes time and process and it may be a bumpy road, but at the end of the day, I'll be able to sleep in your arms. The arms that are hugging me, until tomorrow comes with a new challenge for us.