Why

I haven't written in a while. Not for lack of trying, I must have sat down at least 5 or 6 times, determined to pen the blog post of the century. I've just been empty of words, for lack of a better way to describe it. I guess sometimes you walk through valleys with shadows so deep you just don't know what to say. I would love to be able to say that I am writting this post from the viewpoint of "victory", with every enemy vanquished and every demon banished. I would love to say that I have found the solution to all of my sins, struggles and anxieties and if you follow my patented five step process you too can have your "best life now".

However, I never was any good at lying so I don't see the point of starting now. Truth be told, I feel as if I've been traveling in a tunnel so dark and twisted I can't see any daylight. The nice way to say it is i'm still "in process"

Growing up, I read lot of christian literature about a variety of subjects. But, something I never understood was why so many authors had chosen to write books dealing with the subject of pain and suffering. Why not write more books about how we can stop sinning or how we can be a more productive person, or something useful I thought. People seemed to struggle predominantly with the thought that if God truly loved them then X wouldn't have happened. To be honest I always thought the people who questioned God with a big"WHY ME!?" we're a little slow and silly. That is until recently.

When I first began to walk with Christ, my life changed radically for the better. Everything was beautiful and bright. I floated on clouds, nothing could go wrong (or so it seemed). I faced every hurdle with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. Life was like skipping through a a field of daises. Every day was a new adventure, a new lesson to be learned, I was in love.

But things began to change in May. I stopped learning as quickly as I once did; when I fell down, I didn't pop right back up, I stayed down. My failures seemed to mount day by day. I felt lost, I didn't understand. The hardest thing is the unsureness of everything. Questions swam in my head. How long will I feel like this? How long will the sadness stay? Has God forgotten about me? Why am I failing so much? Does this mean that I'm not saved? What if I go back to how I used to be?

This semester has been hard.