We all come to a point in time where we may go down the wrong path.
We don’t seek direction because we believe that we can reach our destination on our own efforts and end up going in the wrong direction.
This explains my walk with Christ.
Since I moved out on my own I haven’t been to church and I figured that I didn’t need it. I thought that my relationship with God was so strong that I didn’t need to go to church.
At first everything seemed fine until I noticed that I started praying less and I stopped reading his word. I also noticed that my outlook on life started to become more negative and I became bitter.
As time passed, I became more emotionally unstable because I was taking things a day at a time and just winging it. I lacked the stability and discipline that I needed to remind myself who I was when times got hard. I caved in my shell and shriveled up when obstacles came along.
After falling flat on my face over and over again, I knew that the only person that I can turn to is God.
For the past two months I told myself over and over again that I would go back to church, but it seemed like I found another excuse not to go every week.
Last week I felt like I needed to go to church. I was getting closer and closer to rock bottom and I needed to be uplifted from the road of depression that I was headed. I needed a sense of hope.
I wanted someone with a love for God as strong as mine to tell me that everything was going to be alright.
We often forget how much we need each other. Yes, we must be whole, but what do you do when the pieces start chipping away? You need a safety line.
I realized the reason why it was so hard for me to stay focused was because I was constantly surrounded by distractions. Everyone around me was going in different directions and I became so caught up in the mix with everyone else that I lost my path.
When I finally went to church I felt like a heavy weight lifted off of my shoulders. I felt like everything was going to be alright and my outlook changed. Of course I faced a challenge the next day, but I go through it. This time was different because I was prepared.
I know when something good is coming, the enemy attacks so I was prepared. I didn’t let it break me. I know more obstacle will come, but this time I am suited up with God’s word.
On Sunday the pastor preached about worrying. He said that we waist our times worrying about things that never happen. I was stressing myself for months trying to figure out how I’m going to get through the day or week and sometime the month, but the pastor reminded me that God has it all under control. All I have to do is live and leave the tough stuff in his hands.
I hope that my video inspired you and I will be making many more. I want you to get to know me better and take this journey with me. Have a blessed day and remember that everything will be alright no matter how bad it may look. Don’t be too proud to let people be there when you need them the most.