Questioning my faith
Before you begin to read, you may find offense in this post, however that is not my intention. My blogs have always been real and raw. This one is no different. It’s a moment of true honesty. I don’t consider myself a religious person. I do not attend an organized church mostly because of the way myself and my family were treated by the people of the church. I do not sink myself in the Bible. Maybe I should. I do however have a relationship with God in my own realm. I have my own ways of receiving worship. I don’t and won’t discuss religion with anyone, not even my spouse. If you need to judge that, do so however you see fit. There are times when I struggle with the beliefs that I grew up with and “learned” from the church because they don’t line up with the way I feel and some of the “choices” (as some like to call it) that I have made throughout my life. I know I have disappointed some, and even God along the way. There’s times when I even question my beliefs at all