Before anyone asks, yes I'm a Christian.
Let's just say, I've been a Christian since I was 17. I'm turning 32 in a couple weeks. And while I don't think I could ever abandon my faith, part of me just wants nothing to do with it anymore.
After high school, I experienced a series of disappointments in school, work, and relationships − despite praying to God for guidance. By 2017, I'd resorted to retreating from the world and have been living that way for 8 years since. I live with my parents. I get social security (partly because I'm neurodivergent). But I've got no diploma, no job, and no friends (outside from an online friend who lives on the other side of the country). I haven't even attended church since then, apart from Easter and Christmas. I got tired of people telling me how to "better" my Christian life (albeit in a well-meaning way, not a legalistic way). And besides, most churches don't know what to do with people like me − 32, unmarried, and childless.
Last week, however, I thought I'd finally been given reason to hope again − to hope my life would change for the better. I sought spiritual guidance on it and delved into my Bible. But since then, the likelihood of this opportunity (which I'd prefer not to explain) actually panning out seems more and more unlikely every day.
"Hope" is now like a 4-letter word to me. I don't care what "good things" God has in store for me. I'd rather he leave me alone and quit playing with my feelings.
Let's just say, I've been a Christian since I was 17. I'm turning 32 in a couple weeks. And while I don't think I could ever abandon my faith, part of me just wants nothing to do with it anymore.
After high school, I experienced a series of disappointments in school, work, and relationships − despite praying to God for guidance. By 2017, I'd resorted to retreating from the world and have been living that way for 8 years since. I live with my parents. I get social security (partly because I'm neurodivergent). But I've got no diploma, no job, and no friends (outside from an online friend who lives on the other side of the country). I haven't even attended church since then, apart from Easter and Christmas. I got tired of people telling me how to "better" my Christian life (albeit in a well-meaning way, not a legalistic way). And besides, most churches don't know what to do with people like me − 32, unmarried, and childless.
Last week, however, I thought I'd finally been given reason to hope again − to hope my life would change for the better. I sought spiritual guidance on it and delved into my Bible. But since then, the likelihood of this opportunity (which I'd prefer not to explain) actually panning out seems more and more unlikely every day.
"Hope" is now like a 4-letter word to me. I don't care what "good things" God has in store for me. I'd rather he leave me alone and quit playing with my feelings.
