This week has been rough. Work has been going great. Life has been going great. I've been eating too much, but that happens.
I'm still having a rough week.
I'm having a rough church week. Okay, it's more like a rough church lifetime.
I haven't been wanting to stay for all 3 hours of church lately. Let's be honest, I haven't been staying for all 3 hours. I just haven't been into it. I've just been wondering what's the point? What does it do for me?
I came out on my facebook profile with my religious views. And now I'm coming out here on my blog. This makes me so nervous. I told my mother last night. I told my brother when I was in Utah. I've told some of my friends. This is how I truly feel. I want to believe in the Mormon religion. I've tried. But it's just never been the way I want it to be.
At this time, I'm still going to go to church. Unfortunately, the whole testimony thing just hasn't been working for me. I feel nothing. I used to want to feel SOMETHING. I used to want it desperately. I used to pray for it every night. I wanted it so badly.
Now? I don't.
This link says everything I've ever felt.
A little ray of hope was given to me by Tori. Alma 32: verses 26 and up.