Now this is one of those goals that doesn’t have a time line. I don’t think I will ever STOP growing through Christ. I mean…I don’t want to. But I want to be cognizant of my growth. A spiritual growth.

My life is realllly changing and I feel like I need God more than ever. Well, that’s a lie. LOL, I ALWAYS need GOD but with my transition to LA without my friends/family, I feel as if I really need this time to grow spiritually.

Especially with my mental battles in regards to religion. The older I get, the more I am realizing how corrupt “religion” is. And it really bothers me. Now, don’t get me wrong.

I thoroughly enjoy going to church.
I love fellowship, Bible lessons, prayer meetings, singing and the general idea of Christianity. But I have a problem with these ideas and notions that religion seem to plague people with.

The un-biblical do’s and don’ts. I mean, really.
People and their defined lines of religion. Catholicism and the Baptist and the Protestants….mannnn, whatever. All of that, I’m not down with. I identify with Baptist and like identifying with it, but I get furious when I feel like religion is taking a toll on my life.

So I figure….spiritually growing through Christ can’t go wrong. I am attentive while listening to other sermons being taught from the Bible, but I’m not getting caught up in super-religion. I refuse to.

And no…I don’t go around quoting the Bible every 2 seconds. And I don’t answer the phone saying, “Hello, God loves you…”

My relationship with Christ is a personal one. A private one. I have no problem telling people that I love the Lord, but at the same time, I amd not trying to be perceived as some “holier than thou” saint who does no wrong. I do do wrong. And the thing is 9x outta 10…I KNOW when I’m doing wrong. And sometimes I don’t care. Which is bad, but I’m being honest.

This is a tough goal….my entry alone may seem a bit convulted. I need to pray more. I don’t pray as much as I should. What is my problem? I live in an old convent. I work at a Catholic school…I’m surrounded by things and people to remind me to pray and I don’t. Not as often as I should, at least.

Lesson 1:
PRAYER