Narwhal
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- May 9, 2023
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Hello everyone.
I've never been officially Christian. I didn't grow up with much religion. I knew of God and prayed on occasion but never seriously commit myself to believing in him. I've always been a very spiritual person, but over the last five years I've felt very disconnected from the higher power I simply called The Universe. No matter what I tried, I felt very spiritually alone. Unheard.
About two months ago I'd had enough of feeling this way, especially since I was dealing with some minor life problems. I felt so empty and alone that I decided it was time to turn to God. So I said a prayer declaring my commitment to believe in him and have faith in him for life.
I was nervous doing this. I've heard that saying that the closer you get to God, the harder the devil works in your life. I've also heard the story of Job and was worried that this new found faith would be tested in extreme ways. This actually gave me a ton of anxiety. I told myself nothing would shake me, that I would be strong in this new commitment, but even though no major calamities have befallen me (yet, anyway) I still found myself feeling discouraged and tested.
I was expecting that empty feeling to go away. I was expecting to feel a connection. I was expecting to feel hopeful and joyous. But I don't. Maybe it's depression. But I don't feel like God is...interested in my belief. Nothing has changed. Maybe it was stupid to think anything would. But I feel like I knocked on the door and no one answered.
That closed door has tested my new belief more than anything. It's also really thrown me for a mental health loop. I had an issue with my father years ago when I was done being rebellious and wanted to get my life on track. I asked my dad for help (amd essentially for forgiveness) and he turned his back on me. I wound up getting my life on track on my own, but my relationship with my dad never recovered. This situation with God feels very similar. And I'm having the hardest time being okay with that. If God is love and all-knowing, then he would know how much that non-response would hurt me on an emotional level. How much more alone it would make me feel. And either he doesn't exist, or he just doesn't care.
I don't feel like I need to prove my new faith to him, because *I* know in my heart it's real, and he should know too. If he is God, and if he walks beside me. Just like I knew in my heart I was ready to change my life when I reached out to my dad, and did, with or without him.
So I've kind of reached this point where stubbornly I'm going to continue to believe in God. Believe he exists and is everything they say. But I don't know if I'm ever going to be close to God. I really needed him, needed something from him, and got nothing. And that's something I feel like I can't get past.
Maybe it's all part of his plan, maybe he wants me to grow on my own without him, but I don't know that I can ever forgive that closed door. Which is ridiculous, like God needs my forgiveness. How entitled and self-important am I? But deep down the feeling is still there.
This whole journey the last two months has actually been a roller coaster and I've been in tears and mentally and emotionally exhausted since it began. I just don't get it.
I've never been officially Christian. I didn't grow up with much religion. I knew of God and prayed on occasion but never seriously commit myself to believing in him. I've always been a very spiritual person, but over the last five years I've felt very disconnected from the higher power I simply called The Universe. No matter what I tried, I felt very spiritually alone. Unheard.
About two months ago I'd had enough of feeling this way, especially since I was dealing with some minor life problems. I felt so empty and alone that I decided it was time to turn to God. So I said a prayer declaring my commitment to believe in him and have faith in him for life.
I was nervous doing this. I've heard that saying that the closer you get to God, the harder the devil works in your life. I've also heard the story of Job and was worried that this new found faith would be tested in extreme ways. This actually gave me a ton of anxiety. I told myself nothing would shake me, that I would be strong in this new commitment, but even though no major calamities have befallen me (yet, anyway) I still found myself feeling discouraged and tested.
I was expecting that empty feeling to go away. I was expecting to feel a connection. I was expecting to feel hopeful and joyous. But I don't. Maybe it's depression. But I don't feel like God is...interested in my belief. Nothing has changed. Maybe it was stupid to think anything would. But I feel like I knocked on the door and no one answered.
That closed door has tested my new belief more than anything. It's also really thrown me for a mental health loop. I had an issue with my father years ago when I was done being rebellious and wanted to get my life on track. I asked my dad for help (amd essentially for forgiveness) and he turned his back on me. I wound up getting my life on track on my own, but my relationship with my dad never recovered. This situation with God feels very similar. And I'm having the hardest time being okay with that. If God is love and all-knowing, then he would know how much that non-response would hurt me on an emotional level. How much more alone it would make me feel. And either he doesn't exist, or he just doesn't care.
I don't feel like I need to prove my new faith to him, because *I* know in my heart it's real, and he should know too. If he is God, and if he walks beside me. Just like I knew in my heart I was ready to change my life when I reached out to my dad, and did, with or without him.
So I've kind of reached this point where stubbornly I'm going to continue to believe in God. Believe he exists and is everything they say. But I don't know if I'm ever going to be close to God. I really needed him, needed something from him, and got nothing. And that's something I feel like I can't get past.
Maybe it's all part of his plan, maybe he wants me to grow on my own without him, but I don't know that I can ever forgive that closed door. Which is ridiculous, like God needs my forgiveness. How entitled and self-important am I? But deep down the feeling is still there.
This whole journey the last two months has actually been a roller coaster and I've been in tears and mentally and emotionally exhausted since it began. I just don't get it.