Sometimes I want to quit seeking just so I can stop living like this– easier to say that there is no God, that the Bible is a fairy tale, than to live in perpetual fear of God's wrath and Hell and a wasted life and never having a connection to God despite wanting it as hard as I can and simply not being among the elect, simply being hopeless from birth. I want to fill my heart and soul and mind with God's love and love Him with all my heart and soul and mind in return, but my heart and soul feel numb and sluggish, and my mind feels hopelessly inadequate to the task. The Bible tells me that seekers find, so maybe all I need is patience, but I'm tired of feeling almost nothing but terror and dread.
It's like there's a foggy glass wall between God and I, so foggy that I can't tell if it's actually Him on the other side of it, and no matter how hard I hit the wall with my hammer, I can't get so much as a crack out of it, and it's so frustrating– so all I can do is shout "please tear it down" at God, at the God I may or may not see through the glass, through the wall and hoping that if it really is God back there, He'll break the wall down. And the longer it stands there, the more my fear and anxiety mount, the more I feel that the ground could drop out from under me at any moment and hurl me into a pit of pain and there's nothing I can do to make it to the safe floor behind the glass wall unless God opens the way for me and I have no idea if he will and *cries*
I'm sorry. Not really much of a question to this thread, is there? I just needed to vent.
It's like there's a foggy glass wall between God and I, so foggy that I can't tell if it's actually Him on the other side of it, and no matter how hard I hit the wall with my hammer, I can't get so much as a crack out of it, and it's so frustrating– so all I can do is shout "please tear it down" at God, at the God I may or may not see through the glass, through the wall and hoping that if it really is God back there, He'll break the wall down. And the longer it stands there, the more my fear and anxiety mount, the more I feel that the ground could drop out from under me at any moment and hurl me into a pit of pain and there's nothing I can do to make it to the safe floor behind the glass wall unless God opens the way for me and I have no idea if he will and *cries*
I'm sorry. Not really much of a question to this thread, is there? I just needed to vent.
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