I have felt like this a lot throughout my walk with Christ. Sometimes, it’s just nice to know I wasn’t the only one.
I remember sitting in small group during high school at summer camp. We had just had an incredible evening worship service and everyone was speechless. The girls were quietly wiping tears away and even the guys were trying to hold it together. The leaders weren’t really sure what to say. It was as if the presence of God was physical throughout worship that night. Or so I heard… I didn’t feel much of anything. I didn’t even cry. I meant the words that I sang and I believed the words that were spoken, but it was as if I was missing the big “God moment” everyone else in the auditorium was in on. Was I doing something wrong? Was there a reason God wasn’t revealing himself to me? Why couldn’t I feel God like I had always before?
I battled with this feeling all week. Every night during…
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