My name is Jessie. My husband and I were married in January. I was raised atheist, my parents want nothing to do with Christianity. My husband was raised Christian to an extent- he was always told about Jesus, but his divorced parents never actually enforced it and took him to church.
My first day of kindergarten, I met this girl named Shayna. She and her entire family were/are wonderful, sensitive, faithful Christians. Even as a small child, I always wished I had her family, as mine would openly mock anyone who believed. Shayna and I grew apart once we hit puberty; she took the narrow road and I took the broad. Even still, she and her family were always there for me and knew my heart like my parents never did. I always wanted to have a Christian family, but never had the chance to learn about Jesus because my parents would have flipped. Fast forward through some partying, drunk, deflowering years, and I met my now husband.
Once I started dating him, I knew I would marry him someday. Well, we were being stupid and reckless and ended up pregnant 7 months into our relationship. Go figure. We ended up marrying January 2012. He is an awesome dad to our son and an awesome husband to me now. But a few months ago, things were really bad, we were drinking, smoking weed, watching all kinds of horror movies, getting drunk and going to concerts(only when our son wasn't around). His mom and I got into a petty argument and my husband chose his mother before me, when I didn't even give him an ultimatum. He kicked me out of our home and his mother wouldn't let me have our son back (she was watching him overnight when he and I got into the huge fight over my argument with his mom). They took everything from me. He kept my car to drive to work and back, on the key ring was my house key, I wasn't allowed to come home, I wasn't allowed to have our son. I had no money, as my husband kept me on an allowance since he was the one working while I stayed home with our son and took care of everything here. I had nothing.
Finally, I came to a realization that we can't just be "christians" because we believe there is a god. We have to devote our lives to serving the Lord and love Him and praise Him at his feet! I told him what was in my heart, that he needed to be the spiritual head of the household if I'm expected to submit to him. We went to Christian marriage counseling with our now pastor, things smoothed over, it helped a lot. We became involved in our church, I'm in the choir and a women's Bible study and help in the daycare on weekends. My husband helps in the daycare too, and is in a men's book club at the church. He has made a complete 180 since he was saved and he is such a good man to me. He has patience, love, respect, kindness in his heart now, where he never did before, especially for me. I am so in love with my husband that it hurts sometimes. He's my best friend, my encourager, my protector, my provider, and my lover. I will never choose to be without him.
The problem is that I feel like I'm just pretending to believe in God. I wanted this, we're happy and healthy now, my husband is happy. This is what I wanted. Now that I have what I wanted, I feel like I'm just going through the motions. I have knelt in the corner of the empty sanctuary at our church and begged, cried, pleaded for Jesus to save me. I have admitted that I'm a sinner and given praise for the sacrifice of the Son. I have prayed for forgiveness, I have repented with my whole heart. I so badly want to believe in Christ, our Savior, in God himself! I just can't. I have been seeking and seeking and seeking and praying and begging and repenting and aching to find my faith in the Lord. But there's always a part of me that thinks these things:
Why would a good god demand we worship him? Wouldn't a good god be humble and turn away worship? Why is my husband so sure when I'm the one who wanted this change and I can't believe? When I pray, why do I feel stupid, like no one is listening? Why can't god just give me a sign that he's there so I can let myself believe and serve? Why do I feel like I'm playing dress-up every time I go to the church (I'm there 4 days a week)? There must not be a god if I've been truly seeking him for 6 months and still don't feel any different.
Does anyone have any advice? I feel like a liar and a fake and a bad wife. I am desparate to really believe. I want to so badly. Every day, I grow sadder and every day I grow further apart from my husband. I'm afraid to tell him. I get so angry with him for coming home and telling me about his day, the things God did for him, his answered prayers. I get angry with him each night for suggesting we read from the Bible, when I was the one who wanted to do it. I got angry with him for throwing out all of our DVDs and not allowing me to watch anything but G rated tv or whatever. I get angry with him for tuning the car radio to a Christian station with just sermons and no music EVERY TIME WE'RE IN THE CAR. I am very disgustingly angry with him because I just found out that he's fasting.
Why do I feel this way? I don't want to feel this way.
My first day of kindergarten, I met this girl named Shayna. She and her entire family were/are wonderful, sensitive, faithful Christians. Even as a small child, I always wished I had her family, as mine would openly mock anyone who believed. Shayna and I grew apart once we hit puberty; she took the narrow road and I took the broad. Even still, she and her family were always there for me and knew my heart like my parents never did. I always wanted to have a Christian family, but never had the chance to learn about Jesus because my parents would have flipped. Fast forward through some partying, drunk, deflowering years, and I met my now husband.
Once I started dating him, I knew I would marry him someday. Well, we were being stupid and reckless and ended up pregnant 7 months into our relationship. Go figure. We ended up marrying January 2012. He is an awesome dad to our son and an awesome husband to me now. But a few months ago, things were really bad, we were drinking, smoking weed, watching all kinds of horror movies, getting drunk and going to concerts(only when our son wasn't around). His mom and I got into a petty argument and my husband chose his mother before me, when I didn't even give him an ultimatum. He kicked me out of our home and his mother wouldn't let me have our son back (she was watching him overnight when he and I got into the huge fight over my argument with his mom). They took everything from me. He kept my car to drive to work and back, on the key ring was my house key, I wasn't allowed to come home, I wasn't allowed to have our son. I had no money, as my husband kept me on an allowance since he was the one working while I stayed home with our son and took care of everything here. I had nothing.
Finally, I came to a realization that we can't just be "christians" because we believe there is a god. We have to devote our lives to serving the Lord and love Him and praise Him at his feet! I told him what was in my heart, that he needed to be the spiritual head of the household if I'm expected to submit to him. We went to Christian marriage counseling with our now pastor, things smoothed over, it helped a lot. We became involved in our church, I'm in the choir and a women's Bible study and help in the daycare on weekends. My husband helps in the daycare too, and is in a men's book club at the church. He has made a complete 180 since he was saved and he is such a good man to me. He has patience, love, respect, kindness in his heart now, where he never did before, especially for me. I am so in love with my husband that it hurts sometimes. He's my best friend, my encourager, my protector, my provider, and my lover. I will never choose to be without him.
The problem is that I feel like I'm just pretending to believe in God. I wanted this, we're happy and healthy now, my husband is happy. This is what I wanted. Now that I have what I wanted, I feel like I'm just going through the motions. I have knelt in the corner of the empty sanctuary at our church and begged, cried, pleaded for Jesus to save me. I have admitted that I'm a sinner and given praise for the sacrifice of the Son. I have prayed for forgiveness, I have repented with my whole heart. I so badly want to believe in Christ, our Savior, in God himself! I just can't. I have been seeking and seeking and seeking and praying and begging and repenting and aching to find my faith in the Lord. But there's always a part of me that thinks these things:
Why would a good god demand we worship him? Wouldn't a good god be humble and turn away worship? Why is my husband so sure when I'm the one who wanted this change and I can't believe? When I pray, why do I feel stupid, like no one is listening? Why can't god just give me a sign that he's there so I can let myself believe and serve? Why do I feel like I'm playing dress-up every time I go to the church (I'm there 4 days a week)? There must not be a god if I've been truly seeking him for 6 months and still don't feel any different.
Does anyone have any advice? I feel like a liar and a fake and a bad wife. I am desparate to really believe. I want to so badly. Every day, I grow sadder and every day I grow further apart from my husband. I'm afraid to tell him. I get so angry with him for coming home and telling me about his day, the things God did for him, his answered prayers. I get angry with him each night for suggesting we read from the Bible, when I was the one who wanted to do it. I got angry with him for throwing out all of our DVDs and not allowing me to watch anything but G rated tv or whatever. I get angry with him for tuning the car radio to a Christian station with just sermons and no music EVERY TIME WE'RE IN THE CAR. I am very disgustingly angry with him because I just found out that he's fasting.
Why do I feel this way? I don't want to feel this way.