I'm nineteen years old and I'm a freshman at the Virginia Military Institute. During our first six months at VMI, my classmates and I were in our initiation phase called the Ratline. We were constantly yelled at, dropped for pushups, running around from place to place, being called out for any little mistake we made. It sucked. But that suck brought me so close to God. It was on those days that the cadre never stopped getting in my face and I kept failing and failing again that I turned to God for strength and for guidance.
Now, we're no longer rats and everything that I've wanted to happen, is happening. I'm getting promoted, I'm on the Dean's list, I've contracted with the Marine Corps, everything seems to be going my way. But that closeness with God that I once felt is dwindling.
Can anyone give me advice on how to strive after God even when you're being successful and everything is going right?
Now, we're no longer rats and everything that I've wanted to happen, is happening. I'm getting promoted, I'm on the Dean's list, I've contracted with the Marine Corps, everything seems to be going my way. But that closeness with God that I once felt is dwindling.
Can anyone give me advice on how to strive after God even when you're being successful and everything is going right?