Sometimes I wonder if the Christian life is worth it. Like, is the reward worth all the stress and aggravation that we go through? There are times when I feel as though I just want to give up. I just want to say, “Alright Lord, I’m tired. Just leave me here until you return.”
Have you ever felt like that? Have you ever wondered if the standards that you hold yourself to as a Christian are worth it?
Like why do you worry about dressing modestly when the whole world seems content to show legs, breasts and thighs?
Why should you be concerned about the words coming out of your mouth when no one else seems to spend even ten seconds thinking about anything before it’s put out in the atmosphere?
You know what happens when I start feeling that way?
I remember where I’m coming from.
I remember how God took this girl with the sailor language and volcanic temper and made her tamer… calmer somehow. I remember how he took someone who claimed agnosticism and gave her a love relationship with the king of the Universe.
And then I think it might be worth it after all.
I would much rather live a life that is in subjection to Christ than to follow a world that is confused on its best day. I no longer want to dress so that everyone can see all my hidden treasures choosing instead to save them for my husband.
I’m learning that I don’t need to say everything that’s on my mind. Some things are better left unsaid.
What do you think? Do you think the Christian life is worth it? What do you struggle most with? How do you get through your moments of doubt?
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