6/3/2020
I’m almost done with my mission application. All that’s left are my appointments and the final interview. The final interview, where I’ll have to testify of a God who is not answering my prayers. I just feel... empty. And so, so tired. Physicall and emotionally, but especially spiritually.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m not even sure I know who I am anymore.
Maybe a mission is the answer but maybe it’s not.
How am I supposed to figure it all out when God isn’t talking to me???????
Every FUCKING thing we read is like, “oh just turn to Christ, be faithful, you’ll have peace in your trial! <3″
Yeah, okay, sure,
where is He?
There have been so many nights (most of them are recorded in this journal) where I have spent close to an hour literally crying unto God, just looking to see if He’s there. and after all this, every spiritual experience from my past just feels fake. Like I was deluding myself. Caught up in the peer pressure of girls camp and trek.
It’s so hard not to be frustrated and angry and bitter. I want to keep trying. But I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.

















