Often when I go to be alone with God—to really meet God, not just say a quick prayer or read some verses—I feel as if I can’t. I feel as though I would rather be anywhere but there. And I think other people feel that way too. I know good and well that God sees my sin, my junk, and that is not comfortable or easy to reconcile. So often I will say a prayer and read my verses and go along my way. And inside I am like King David in the Bible, after he had committed adultery and murder: “When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy
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