What If I’ll Never Be a “Strong Christian”?
There’s this girl I follow online who wakes up at 5am, fasts twice a week, never misses a morning quiet time, and journals her prayers in three different colors of gel pen. She’s always saying things like, “God gave me a word this morning during my 2-hour devotion” and honestly? I don’t know whether to clap or cry. Because on most days, I’m just trying not to cuss at my WiFi for cutting out again. Or zone out mid-prayer. Or scroll Instagram while pretending it’s “rest.” And here’s the weird truth I’m kinda scared to admit. What if I’ll never be that strong Christian? What if my spiritual life always feels a little wobbly? A little inconsistent? A little… messy? This one might flip your definition of “strong” upside down. You might leave feeling closer to Jesus than you thought. There was a season where I believed strength in faith looked like performance. Consistency. Memorizing Leviticus just for fun. Crying every time Hillsong came on. And honestly, I tried. I tried to read the...