From age eight to age 12 I went to church every Sunday and Wednesday, gave during collection, paid attention in bible class, loved singing praises, and prayed whole heartedly, daily. Every since I moved away from my home town…I just have more and more trouble finding Him. I’ve always believed He was there, but now I feel like even if He is here with me, I don’t even know Him anymore. I wish I did, but sometimes it’s hard for me to get to know someone. I will read the bible more often, even if it’s just once a week and pray more often, even if it’s just once a week. I don’t know when I’ll go to church again. Gotta take it slow, I guess.