Getting Kicked in the Butt by God
Im not very proud of myself these past few days. I had a bit of an issue with myself and when I should have offered it up to God in prayer; I decided to rely on myself and outside sources. I shut God out. God is my strength when I am down and feeling lost and confused. Why did I just let Him fade into the background?
I havent been the most prayerful person even since my conversion. Before I decided to convert to the Church I was all about prayer, and talking to God everyday. I wanted God to know that I was repentant, and that I truly wanted Him at my side forever.
I must have slid back into some sort of mild depression, because I stopped feeling the need to pray. I stopped thinking that God was the center reality in which I needed to focus my life. I subconsciously began to think only about what I wanted, and not about what God wanted for me.
I havent prayed my Rosary very often, in fact I think maybe a total of four times. I fall asleep with my Rosary in my hand, looking at a crucifix on my wall. It is what calms me, what helps me drift off to sleep.
I am slowly finding myself praying more before I go to bed. I find myself wanting to read Scripture more and more, but just not having the initiative to do so. I find myself wanting to pray more. I find myself wanting to just learn more about Christs Church. I think that God is giving me the proverbial shove to get my butt moving in the right direction. I need to listen to Him.
I havent been the most prayerful person even since my conversion. Before I decided to convert to the Church I was all about prayer, and talking to God everyday. I wanted God to know that I was repentant, and that I truly wanted Him at my side forever.
I must have slid back into some sort of mild depression, because I stopped feeling the need to pray. I stopped thinking that God was the center reality in which I needed to focus my life. I subconsciously began to think only about what I wanted, and not about what God wanted for me.
I havent prayed my Rosary very often, in fact I think maybe a total of four times. I fall asleep with my Rosary in my hand, looking at a crucifix on my wall. It is what calms me, what helps me drift off to sleep.
I am slowly finding myself praying more before I go to bed. I find myself wanting to read Scripture more and more, but just not having the initiative to do so. I find myself wanting to pray more. I find myself wanting to just learn more about Christs Church. I think that God is giving me the proverbial shove to get my butt moving in the right direction. I need to listen to Him.