My Testimony//Part 2
We're back for part 2 of my testimony! In the last post, I left off on the day my parents told my sister and I that we were leaving our church of almost 15 years. I had told God that I would trust Him, but as I said in the last post, that's wayyyy easier said than done.
Starting out, I had no idea what to expect. For the first month, I wouldn't know where we were going to church until Saturday night. Dad would pray about it all week, and would then tell the family what church we were going to, usually the day before. Man, I missed the security of knowing where I was going to church. After about a month, we stopped adding new churches to our list of places to visit. For the first couple months, we rotated around 4 churches. The first Sunday of the month was spent at one, the second at another, and so on. Every Sunday we would have a family discussion, talking about what we had liked about that church, and what we had disliked. At first, there wasn't much about any of the churches I liked, and I don't think I gave very good feedback on how the church service was. "Yeah, it was fine." "In Sunday school we learned about David and Goliath. I like my teacher pretty good. She's nice." See what I mean? Not very helpful. And no, I wasn't trusting God. Oh, sure, in my little mind, I was; I guess because I wasn't acting out or refusing to go to church. But, friends, I had to learn that there is a difference (quite a large one, too) between believing in God's plan, and trusting in it. I believed that God's plan would work out in the end, but I didn't trust God in the process. Boy, I had a lot to learn.