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Lately, I’ve been feeling very spiritually dry. I know it is normal to go through dry spells like this.
I don’t mean I want to have “fuzzy feelings” about God though. In fact, I’ve grown to rather prefer not relying on such feelings. They’re good once in a while, but I do prefer my love for God to be motivated strictly by choice than by feelings. It feels more genuine that way, in my opinion.
What my real problem is that, as of late, I feel like my faith is being shaken up easier. Of course there’s nothing wrong with pondering why we believe what we believe, but…I guess I have this habit of trying to understand the viewpoint of those who don’t believe…and it’s kind of been having a negative effect on me. I’m constantly looking for the logic behind everything we believe in. Some things are harder than others. I’m still trying to feel comfortable with the whole original sin thing (I made a forum about this little a while back). Then, there are some who think of Catholicism as a cult and my brain tries to imagine what it’s like believing that. This habit is making me question myself; Am I starting to believe these things??
I’m desperately trying to grasp on to the little mustard seed speck of faith I have left in me. Jesus says that’s all it takes, after all…but…when I pray, even if I try to quiet myself and to hear Him speak to me and converse with Him (not physically “hearing” Him, but feeling Him speak to me, you know?), He’s been silent. In my anxiety, I asked Him to at least tell me He loves me as a small speck on consolation; still nothing. Why would he deny me even that? Wouldn’t even a human at least do that? It’s like pouring salt on a wound
I don’t mean I want to have “fuzzy feelings” about God though. In fact, I’ve grown to rather prefer not relying on such feelings. They’re good once in a while, but I do prefer my love for God to be motivated strictly by choice than by feelings. It feels more genuine that way, in my opinion.
What my real problem is that, as of late, I feel like my faith is being shaken up easier. Of course there’s nothing wrong with pondering why we believe what we believe, but…I guess I have this habit of trying to understand the viewpoint of those who don’t believe…and it’s kind of been having a negative effect on me. I’m constantly looking for the logic behind everything we believe in. Some things are harder than others. I’m still trying to feel comfortable with the whole original sin thing (I made a forum about this little a while back). Then, there are some who think of Catholicism as a cult and my brain tries to imagine what it’s like believing that. This habit is making me question myself; Am I starting to believe these things??
I’m desperately trying to grasp on to the little mustard seed speck of faith I have left in me. Jesus says that’s all it takes, after all…but…when I pray, even if I try to quiet myself and to hear Him speak to me and converse with Him (not physically “hearing” Him, but feeling Him speak to me, you know?), He’s been silent. In my anxiety, I asked Him to at least tell me He loves me as a small speck on consolation; still nothing. Why would he deny me even that? Wouldn’t even a human at least do that? It’s like pouring salt on a wound
