I’m living the life of one of those 60-year-old “ladies who lunch.”
Seriously. All I need is a red hat, and false teeth and I’ll be ripe for initiation into bridge club. Or bunko.
But it’s true though. In addition to the speech therapy and one-on-one work, one of the things my mom is doing to help her recovery from her stroke is to have lunch/coffee with a different girlfriend every day. Get her conversing in new situations with different people.
And guess who gets to accompany her on all said coffee dates….
Haha. I actually don’t mind at all.
I will say this though…I’m gathering enough intel to pen an exposé on the housewives of suburban Ohio after all this.
Haha….in another life.
But I’m also accompanying my mom to all her bible studies and book clubs.
Like I said…I’m turning in to a Red Hat Society inductee.
But at one of the small groups, everyone was talking about the decline of “oomph” in the church. Attendance is down, enthusiasm is redlining. And all these “empty nester” moms are all lamenting about how their millennial sons and daughters are no longer practicing their faith anymore.
And before I know it, the conversation has turned to me, and I’m getting thrown question after question after question because I’m a millennial who **GASP** believes in God and **DOUBLE GASP** goes to church every Sunday.
And let me interject here – none of these women knew about this blog.
But these moms all wanted to know the secret. How did I survive college and live in NYC and not lose my faith? How did I keep God in my life?
And I’m not gonna lie – I was so uncomfortable being in the center of that conversation, like I was some amaaaaazing model-Christian that is some sort of saint in the making.
No ma’am. I mean, I can swear like a sailor and think some pretty terrible and judgmental things. #WorkInProgress
But to be honest, I have never really thought about that question, cut and dry like that before. I mean, walking away from God has just never been something that has crossed my mind. Or been an option. How have I kept God in my life? Well…
After really considering the question for a minute, the answer was as clear as day.
And I don’t really know how to relate this, so I’ll just tell you exactly what I said to these women.
I’ll leave out the part where I start out by saying, “Well, actually I have really incredible parents…” and the whole room bursts out laughing at the fact that I just inadvertently and accidentally basically just told this mother that the reason her kids don’t believe in God anymore is because they don’t have great parents….
Yeah. Bone head move. Not my intention.
But I said,
“You know, I’ve actually had a lot of pretty life altering things happen to me in my short time around the sun so far.”
Looking around the room, I saw the faces of many of the “church ladies” who back during my anorexia, would give such judgmental looks and would offer their prayers in a way that felt more like a cast of judgment than sincerity. But I digress.
“As many of you probably remember, I battled a severe case of anorexia when I was in high school. Followed by an 11 month stint of bed rest from my Ulcerative Colitis back in 2012, I’ve had some pretty humbling and horrific things to deal with. And I learned from a very early age, that I can’t do this on my own. When you are at rock bottom, you learn very quickly that God is all you have and there’s no other option – you have to depend on Him. Fully. Why is God in my life? Because I wouldn’t be able to survive without Him.”
There were no further questions after that.
I’m not some scholar on millennial church attendance. Nor am I some God-send Jesus whisperer to the masses. Heck no. All I have is my experience.
And what I’ve learned is that in order for God to have a real presence in your life, He has to change you. And for me, I had to go through some pretty deep shit in order to for that to happen. In order to abandon the pride and the vanity that was beginning to control my life, even in high school.
God is in my life because He’s saved it, not once, but twice. And I don’t have to be a brainiac to understand the importance of having Him by my side.
At the end of the day, everyone is on their own journey. No parent is going to be able to make the decision for their kid, or vice versa.
I don’t know. Maybe that’s why I have this blog. To be in contact with such incredible people who all generously share their journeys so that I can learn and listen and grow. Because if truth be told, my faith still needs a lot a work.
So maybe this is me sitting across the table at a small group meeting asking you that question?
How do you keep God in your life?
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