- Oct 1, 2018
- 12
- 33
- 41
- Country
- United States
- Faith
- Pentecostal
- Marital Status
- Married
I know Jesus is the answer to this but I don’t feel like I can even reach out to Him anymore. I have lost the relationship that I had and I really can’t seem to get back connected to the real power source.
I am Hurt...
Because I feel like the men in my church doesn’t care enough about me to sincerely ask how I’m doing or feeling (aside from one), That my feelings don’t matter, my opinions don’t matter, my loss don’t matter. No one from the church calls me to just talk, they only call if they want something.
I am hurt because over the last several years, no one noticed my decline nor the changes in my attitude.
I am hurt because when I needed them, they weren’t there and still aren’t. It’s been 2 years now, but really longer, more like 5 years since tragedy struck.
I am hurt because when I was going through hell, and everything was crumbling around me, I held it together for my wife and kids because I felt like I had to be the rock. All the while slowly losing the man I was, piece by piece; chip by chip. No one was there to encourage me.
I am hurt because I now am so weary and beat down and I feel like no one is there to pick me up.
I’m hurt because now when I voice a complaint, I feel like I get in trouble and I am made feel that my complaints are irrational.
I am in a deep pit... one I can’t seem to get out of. I’ve lost my Joy and my worship and I am scared that I am on the verge of really walking away.
You wonder why I am blunt and short with people... here’s a good portion of why.
I am Hurt...
Because I feel like the men in my church doesn’t care enough about me to sincerely ask how I’m doing or feeling (aside from one), That my feelings don’t matter, my opinions don’t matter, my loss don’t matter. No one from the church calls me to just talk, they only call if they want something.
I am hurt because over the last several years, no one noticed my decline nor the changes in my attitude.
I am hurt because when I needed them, they weren’t there and still aren’t. It’s been 2 years now, but really longer, more like 5 years since tragedy struck.
I am hurt because when I was going through hell, and everything was crumbling around me, I held it together for my wife and kids because I felt like I had to be the rock. All the while slowly losing the man I was, piece by piece; chip by chip. No one was there to encourage me.
I am hurt because I now am so weary and beat down and I feel like no one is there to pick me up.
I’m hurt because now when I voice a complaint, I feel like I get in trouble and I am made feel that my complaints are irrational.
I am in a deep pit... one I can’t seem to get out of. I’ve lost my Joy and my worship and I am scared that I am on the verge of really walking away.
You wonder why I am blunt and short with people... here’s a good portion of why.