09/21/2026
7 years. But a long time coming !
Seven years since I regularly attended church. Aside from two occasions, I stayed away.
I grew up in church. I was active. Faith was a huge part of my childhood. But somewhere along the way, I backslid.
The wrong friendships played a part. So did experiences within the church that left me questioning more than they answered. The criticism. The judgment. The unanswered questions. The contradictions. And eventually, the feeling that no matter what I did, I was never “Christian enough.”
Not perfect enough.
Not holy enough.
Not enough.
So I walked away.
But God never asked me to be perfect.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28
“Whoever comes to me I will never drive away.” John 6:37
And after 7 years, I’ve decided to come back.
Not because I have everything figured out. Not because I’m suddenly perfect. And definitely not because I need to prove anything to anyone.
I’m coming back because I miss God.
I miss the connection. I miss having somewhere to take the things I can’t explain. I miss having faith to lean on when life doesn’t make sense.
And there are parts of me, empty spaces that I know only He can fill.
The road won’t be easy. But I’m slowly finding my way back to my faith, back to prayer, back to the Word, and back to my relationship with Christ.
This journey isn’t about what others think is right for me. It isn’t about fitting someone else’s definition of a Christian.
This is between God and me. Taking it one step at a time.
I may not have all the answers. I may stumble along the way.
But I’m coming back.
Slowly. Surely. Honestly.
And this time, I’m not coming back for people.
I’m coming home to God. 🤍
