There’s an unwritten rule in the church that prohibits tears.
I’m not exactly sure where this rule stemmed from. But somewhere between my baptism and sophomore year of college when I failed Accounting with Professor Fairchild, I learned Christians shouldn’t cry.
When it comes to social media – Twitter is my favorite.
I’m a total fan.
The roast sessions. The memes. The inspiration. The GIFs. It’s like different demographics come together to sing Kumba-ya in harmony while making smores.
I wasn’t angry. I was exhausted.
When it feels like God has pulled the rug from underneath you for the umpteenth time – it’s easy to lose temporary trust in Him.
At least that’s what happened to me.
I had no words for God. He tricked me.
“God hates me because I’m not perfect.”
I did everything right. I followed all the rules just like I was taught. I kept 9 out of the 10 commandments most of the time. According to the school system, that’s an A-
So I mean – God and I should be good, right?
To the person who gained pain by giving love, this is for you.