All in One Place / Stepping Stones
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 8:51 am
Going to use this particular thread as an "open letter" sort of journal.
Stepping Stone One is sort of a "done deal" for me. I've been journaling a lot in the past two months especially, and in a manner that's been more honest to myself than I've been in a long time.
Stepping Stone Two then, because I see it as a perfect introduction idea. Weeds are something I've been recognizing in my life, but... Oh, they're like trees. Trees planted from the garden of the giants, and they're not beanstalks either How does one fall so deeply asleep that they don't see those things growing?
... Only I can't bring myself to say it out loud. It's easier to put general labels on things, isn't it? Depression, stemming from an already melancholy disposition, probably more homesick and lonely than I actually know, and cycling on periods that I have known forever tend offer more sadness. Mix all this liberally with now habitual thought-processes and well-rooted lack of self-confidence... KA-BOOM!
Really, which of any of that comes first? How do i know which root leads to which plant? It's intermingled so much.
Okay, a top generalization.
I've lost faith. Not in Jesus as my Savior, that's undeniable, unshakeable... It's undeniable that the God of the Bible is the only true God, and that I am secured by Him. But in everything else. It's like somehow, at some point, without my realizing it, all of the building, everything i had was swept away. I just have the foundation. Praise God for the foundation, but what a poor thing on my part.
Any time I read the scriptures, everything becomes wrong and twisted, and I'm horrified by what I read there. The simplest truths, the very simplest truths, are twisted and torn away from me. God is loving and merciful? Yeah, okay, sure He is. He must be, not only on the authority of the Bible, but on plenty of life experiences. But I can't believe that anymore. Immediately, other verses come to mind that tear that away. He's also holy and righteous and a person can't pray and be heard if there's sin in their life, and doubting is not of faith, that is sin, and since all I am is a ball of doubt over the smallest thing (you'd think choosing food was like planning my life course), then nothing that could be prayed could be heard. And.... Oh, I can't get far in even reading my Bible without getting defeated.
But losing faith... That's only a symptom. That's because everything else has come together to cause that. If choosing food is like planning a life course, then once it's chosen, I've always chosen wrong because of a dozen reasons.
Hopeless, I guess. Everything seems useless and hopeless to me. Things that used to be very good have been corrupted somehow into things very bad. My core philosophy in growing as a Christian when I came to things that are controversial and didn't seem so clear to me as a newly growing individual was to choose what was the most edifying first to my Christian siblings and was a testimony to the lost world. But what that has done has made it impossible for me to make decisions, because I've become so good at poking holes in everything. Can't speak. Can't do. Just don't go, I'll undoubtedly ruin something.
But where did that start, and how does it get fixed?
I don't know. I can't even see weeds. It's all bark.
Maybe this is still Day One? I'm going to be here a long time.
Stepping Stone One is sort of a "done deal" for me. I've been journaling a lot in the past two months especially, and in a manner that's been more honest to myself than I've been in a long time.
Stepping Stone Two then, because I see it as a perfect introduction idea. Weeds are something I've been recognizing in my life, but... Oh, they're like trees. Trees planted from the garden of the giants, and they're not beanstalks either How does one fall so deeply asleep that they don't see those things growing?
... Only I can't bring myself to say it out loud. It's easier to put general labels on things, isn't it? Depression, stemming from an already melancholy disposition, probably more homesick and lonely than I actually know, and cycling on periods that I have known forever tend offer more sadness. Mix all this liberally with now habitual thought-processes and well-rooted lack of self-confidence... KA-BOOM!
Really, which of any of that comes first? How do i know which root leads to which plant? It's intermingled so much.
Okay, a top generalization.
I've lost faith. Not in Jesus as my Savior, that's undeniable, unshakeable... It's undeniable that the God of the Bible is the only true God, and that I am secured by Him. But in everything else. It's like somehow, at some point, without my realizing it, all of the building, everything i had was swept away. I just have the foundation. Praise God for the foundation, but what a poor thing on my part.
Any time I read the scriptures, everything becomes wrong and twisted, and I'm horrified by what I read there. The simplest truths, the very simplest truths, are twisted and torn away from me. God is loving and merciful? Yeah, okay, sure He is. He must be, not only on the authority of the Bible, but on plenty of life experiences. But I can't believe that anymore. Immediately, other verses come to mind that tear that away. He's also holy and righteous and a person can't pray and be heard if there's sin in their life, and doubting is not of faith, that is sin, and since all I am is a ball of doubt over the smallest thing (you'd think choosing food was like planning my life course), then nothing that could be prayed could be heard. And.... Oh, I can't get far in even reading my Bible without getting defeated.
But losing faith... That's only a symptom. That's because everything else has come together to cause that. If choosing food is like planning a life course, then once it's chosen, I've always chosen wrong because of a dozen reasons.
Hopeless, I guess. Everything seems useless and hopeless to me. Things that used to be very good have been corrupted somehow into things very bad. My core philosophy in growing as a Christian when I came to things that are controversial and didn't seem so clear to me as a newly growing individual was to choose what was the most edifying first to my Christian siblings and was a testimony to the lost world. But what that has done has made it impossible for me to make decisions, because I've become so good at poking holes in everything. Can't speak. Can't do. Just don't go, I'll undoubtedly ruin something.
But where did that start, and how does it get fixed?
I don't know. I can't even see weeds. It's all bark.
Maybe this is still Day One? I'm going to be here a long time.