As of today, me as well as several other people I've kept in communion with, have pretty much reached the point where we're a single hair away from our breaking point. My mother has lost pretty much all tolerance in my questions.
Since I have realized my issues with doubts come from an intrusive thought behavior resulting in a certain illness called OCD (this might already be a given), I don't think I've met anyone who knows the bloody torment you go through with having it. Now this is just a rant, clearly making previous uneducated assumptions.
On August 1st, 2014 (or very close around that time), I experienced that "spiritual awakening" that many Christians are aware of when they sense God is drawing them. I panicked. About...almost anything a Christian could panic about...probably. I'm only 17 years old and in the passed 6 months my mother and father have witnessed more emotion from me, more panic attacks, crying, anxiety issues in that small amount of time then they have the other 16 or so years. Nothing comes close. And in that span of 6 months I have done nothing.....but doubt.
Doubt....doubting....I'm a doubter. Maybe two days out of all these 6 months have I NOT doubted. And maybe some of you think I'm over exaggerating, I probably am...I've probably gone one day without doubting. And the more I doubt the worse it gets.
When I was first saved (or at least I think I was...I doubt my salvation too) the first doubts I expressed in my first month was doubt over if I was truely saved. The next step? I later on started doubting what faith and my belief really meant and if I really fit that description.
And as of today? I have reached almost every possible doubt a Christian could experience and if you want to know how I feel, well, I feel as if my ankles were strapped to a back of a horse and I've just been spiritually dragged across gravel roads for the past few months, feeling more and more exhausted the more I doubt.
Tonight I had a thought that as of right now I can NOT scratch off: "How do we know the God of the Universe is actually the God of the Bible?"
...
...yeah...
I sent this to a chaplain and I bet they're having confused guesses about me like; "is she really being serious?". My mother was making potato soup when I asked her that question about my doubt and she looked as if she was ready to smack me for thinking such a stupid thing.
I know God loves all His children but if I were Him I could imagine myself shaking my head like "Really Hannah, you're getting hung up on that?" There are moments where I question why God would bother with a buffoon like me. I mean honestly...I go from f reaking out about Predestination then crying over what religion I think is correct.
I've asked people all kinds of things like:
"How do we know Hinduism isn't correct?"
"Did Jesus really walk the earth?"
"How do we know God is who He says He is?"
"Did the Big Bang really happen?"
"How do I know if God is drawing me?"
"Why is evolution a thing?"
"How do we know Islam isn't correct?"
"Is there evidence of Christianity being the true religion?"
"How do I know if I have faith?"
"If I died right now what would happen?"
"What if reincarnation is what happens to us?"
"Is Christianity just a white man's religion?"
"Why are there so many Buddhists?"
...well...you get the gist of it.
The only thing that I dislike about this walk is that these questions run through my mind not when I'm having some argument with the agnostic and atheists in my Pre-AP French class...it's a daily basis. Everyday you can wake up and know for sure that HannahElizaW is doubting something and it'll be a never ending cycle. I mean if there was a switch where I can stop doubting Christianity, I would flip it...
Is there any advice for someone who's in a situation as messy as I'm in? I'd love to sleep in ultimate peace tonight (I'm constantly stressed). Thank you for reading if you read this and I'm sorry my frustration seeped through my writing...



Since I have realized my issues with doubts come from an intrusive thought behavior resulting in a certain illness called OCD (this might already be a given), I don't think I've met anyone who knows the bloody torment you go through with having it. Now this is just a rant, clearly making previous uneducated assumptions.
On August 1st, 2014 (or very close around that time), I experienced that "spiritual awakening" that many Christians are aware of when they sense God is drawing them. I panicked. About...almost anything a Christian could panic about...probably. I'm only 17 years old and in the passed 6 months my mother and father have witnessed more emotion from me, more panic attacks, crying, anxiety issues in that small amount of time then they have the other 16 or so years. Nothing comes close. And in that span of 6 months I have done nothing.....but doubt.
Doubt....doubting....I'm a doubter. Maybe two days out of all these 6 months have I NOT doubted. And maybe some of you think I'm over exaggerating, I probably am...I've probably gone one day without doubting. And the more I doubt the worse it gets.
When I was first saved (or at least I think I was...I doubt my salvation too) the first doubts I expressed in my first month was doubt over if I was truely saved. The next step? I later on started doubting what faith and my belief really meant and if I really fit that description.
And as of today? I have reached almost every possible doubt a Christian could experience and if you want to know how I feel, well, I feel as if my ankles were strapped to a back of a horse and I've just been spiritually dragged across gravel roads for the past few months, feeling more and more exhausted the more I doubt.
Tonight I had a thought that as of right now I can NOT scratch off: "How do we know the God of the Universe is actually the God of the Bible?"
...
...yeah...
I sent this to a chaplain and I bet they're having confused guesses about me like; "is she really being serious?". My mother was making potato soup when I asked her that question about my doubt and she looked as if she was ready to smack me for thinking such a stupid thing.
I know God loves all His children but if I were Him I could imagine myself shaking my head like "Really Hannah, you're getting hung up on that?" There are moments where I question why God would bother with a buffoon like me. I mean honestly...I go from f reaking out about Predestination then crying over what religion I think is correct.
I've asked people all kinds of things like:
"How do we know Hinduism isn't correct?"
"Did Jesus really walk the earth?"
"How do we know God is who He says He is?"
"Did the Big Bang really happen?"
"How do I know if God is drawing me?"
"Why is evolution a thing?"
"How do we know Islam isn't correct?"
"Is there evidence of Christianity being the true religion?"
"How do I know if I have faith?"
"If I died right now what would happen?"
"What if reincarnation is what happens to us?"
"Is Christianity just a white man's religion?"
"Why are there so many Buddhists?"
...well...you get the gist of it.
The only thing that I dislike about this walk is that these questions run through my mind not when I'm having some argument with the agnostic and atheists in my Pre-AP French class...it's a daily basis. Everyday you can wake up and know for sure that HannahElizaW is doubting something and it'll be a never ending cycle. I mean if there was a switch where I can stop doubting Christianity, I would flip it...
Is there any advice for someone who's in a situation as messy as I'm in? I'd love to sleep in ultimate peace tonight (I'm constantly stressed). Thank you for reading if you read this and I'm sorry my frustration seeped through my writing...


