It was the hardest season of my life, and I had not yet figured out the reason for it. One thing I was absolutely sure of: It was not — it could not be — God’s will.
My spiritual life had followed a powerful trajectory. My faith was born in a Christian home, and it was real. It continued to be real all the way into my teen years. Early in that decade, however, I came to a crisis of faith. I thought I already knew everything about the Christian faith and walk, and it wasn’t fulfilling my deepest longings. In youth group, I was the kid who lived a squeaky clean life; I was the one who could answer all the Bible questions and lead deep discussions on theology. But it wasn’t ringing true — not deep down, not where it mattered.
“God,” I prayed, “there has got to be something more. If this is all there is, I can’t keep following You.”
God heard that prayer and answered it dramatically. A few nights later, alone in my room, I encountered what people call the “presence of God” in a way I had never known it before. For the next nearly two years, I lived in a new realm of love for God and incredible, continual joy at being His. I could sense Him everywhere. I was overflowing with love. I was “on fire.”
It was revival, and I was convinced it would never end.
Then came the breakdown. Somewhere in the midst of my fervor, my fire began to cool. I began to believe that His love for me hinged on my ability to keep His commandments and please Him, and deep inside I knew I wasn’t good enough. Times of worship and prayer became dry, no longer transporting me the way they had once done, and I couldn’t do anything to restore my old passion. And worst of all? My perception of God’s presence faded away…
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