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PelagiathePenit
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Going to mass but I’m going through the motions and daydreaming. I journal pray to God. I want to write a book to glorify God. I like reading about saints. I have no interior life. The diary prayer feels forced - stiff, inauthentic - fulfilling an obligation. I’ve done women’s retreats and do college night. What’s missing? I confess. I seem to always be unhappy or in a state of mortal sin. I wonder if I truly love God. The way the saints talk about God. I don’t feel that way. In all honesty, I’m scared. No one is perfect. Trusting in the Lord is terrifying. Not getting your way. Turning the other cheek. I’m a baby - I want someone to hold my hand. I cannot follow through with the promises I make to God. Who wants to be humble? I’m just very scared of facing the truth of who/what am I. I know I need to go to confession. I don’t feel like crying, feeling vulnerable. I have much to account for. (I know I’m not the only sinner)