Bruised. Broken. Beaten by addiction. Mauled by failure. God has written a special message just for you.
Why are you a Christian?
No, think about it. What's the real reason? Are you here for the wrong reasons?
Maybe you experienced a spiritual high or you're fresh off of a new decision, a new commitment. But you're realizing that you have to drive out the nations occupying your land.
I get mad at God over petty things, like catching a cold or waking up too late. I expect God to make everything in my life go smoothly, just because I say a prayer and have a little worship. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on acres of blessings.
What if your significant other falls out of love with you? What if your friends get tired of you? I wonder if God ever asks those questions about us.
Surely God can manage a global pandemic.
Maybe we tell ourselves these things, but we're looking around. We're seeing people dying. We're seeing people suffering.
Does God really know what He's doing?
I have been trying so hard, for so long. I've been trying to be perfect. And I'm freaking sick of it. I'm done. I'm not here to be perfect.
I just can't do it anymore.