Courage to Stand

As a Christian it is at times hard to be the best you can be. This weekend I found myself struggling with my faith, my courage, and my strength.

Everything can be so easy until you hit the real world and then it becomes hard. I intend on standing firm to the words I was blessed to hear this weekend, to remember the feeling I had, and to remember there are many more just like me struggling to keep the "pep."

Wednesday night, as you know, I went to church. That night I told my cousin I would attend Sunday meeting with her. I also made a promise to myself and God that I would make a point to attend church more.

Sunday morning... well I was backing out on my promise. I decided no one would know anyway, my cousin would be fine, and I would be okay. Wrong! I got a message from her asking, "Church?" I simply ignored it. Then I received a message from a friend in Texas, "Good morning, you going to church?" Wow, talk about God using his people to move me. I felt this huge guilt that I was not only breaking a promise to myself, but to God and my cousin. How could I.... I got ready and headed to church.

As I pulled in I began to panic. It has been well over 2 years since I sat for a meeting at this particular church. I didn't want to go in. I finally decided okay... I walked in, couldn't see my cousin sat down, and there she was - I moved to sit beside her. From that moment I felt the spirit moving in that building. The sermon, the prayers, the testimonies, the songs... all were leading me to my feet. I thank God he gave me the courage to come, I thank God for sending his children to me, I thank God for allowing me to sit through a meeting that will forever remain in my heart. It was truly a blessing. I am glad Satan lost.