Sometimes I hesitate to wear my faith on my sleeve because I still selfishly harbor so much animosity towards Christians who affected my faith and the subsequent decisions I made about how to demonstrate my own love for a God I know is real. Then there are times like now when my prayers are bouncing off the walls and I know it's of my doing. And, I can only sit and mourn the fact that I've separated myself because of what others, not the Lord has done. So before I could chicken out of writing this post because I am afraid of what you think I am typing furiously and making a conscious decision not to care. Because there is something sad and achy in my heart and I know exactly what is missing.