Some may know, but I’ve moved across the country to California to follow my dreams. There’s a lot of new things out here and a lot of cool people. It’s not home, but it’ll do.
Since I moved here in January, I’ve been to church twice. TWICE!!
You can count the number of times I’ve missed since I was born on one hand, and now I don’t even set an alarm on Sunday mornings.
Why? I’m not sure. It was so easy at home to go to a church with my friends and praise God in a familiar environment. I had a strong community behind me, ready to catch me when I fell, and now I’m out here in a big city – alone.
Some days I feel weird talking to God, because I feel like I have nothing to say. Some days, I call out to Him, but I feel like I’m just speaking into the air and no one is on the other side listening to me.
I’m sure others have felt this way before, and I probably have before too, but right now it’s a terrible position to be in.
I feel like I’ve lost my best friend.
I feel like I’ve lost my Rock.
I miss hanging and talking with God.
I know that God is here and He listens to everything I say, and loves me dearly. He hasn’t left me, nor has He forsake me, but for some reason the security in my relationship with Him feels shaky.
Pray for me y’all. Pray that I will be able to find Him when I seek Him. Pray that I will find an encouraging group of Christians that I can be a part of.
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