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Thoughts
Lately I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching.
A few days ago I asked for prayer in a place where I believed prayer would be the first response. I expected something simple—a quiet acknowledgment, a “I’m praying for you.” Instead, the response was minimal.
Very few people responded.
That may not seem like much to some, but when you’re walking through something heavy, those small gestures carry weight. They’re often the difference between feeling supported and feeling unseen.
The truth is, for the past few months I’ve been wrestling with whether I ever truly belonged there in the first place. I’ve witnessed powerful moments during worship—unity, passion, and a shared sense of faith—but I’ve struggled to reconcile that with what I sometimes experience once the service ends. The biggest reason I continue to walk through those doors every Sunday is because my daughter, Lexi, absolutely loves it there. I could never take away a place where she feels so connected to God. And to be fair, I have been blessed to make one or two genuine connections that I truly appreciate.
My faith in God hasn’t changed. I still love God, and I’m grateful for what He’s doing in my life. But I’ve come to realize that the expressions of faith I long for most aren’t always found in the larger moments—they’re found in the quieter ones. A kind word, a prayer, a simple message—those are the things that remind someone they’re not walking alone.
I’m not posting this to criticize anyone or seek sympathy. I’m simply sharing where my heart is. Maybe this season is meant to teach me something. Maybe it’s meant to strengthen me. I don’t have all the answers yet, but I trust that God does!
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