I have a confession to make...I am leaving my church to attend another in the area.About one month ago I finally joined the church my husband was called to serve. I hate it here. The decision for me to transfer was made tonight after much prayer, time spent in the Word and discussion with my husband. Everyone will tell me what they have told me from the beginning...stick it out...you must be doing something right because the devil is working overtime here at this congregation. Well, that may be true but the devil is doing such a good job and turning members against me and my family every time I start to feel that I may yet belong to this church that I am in danger of losing my faith in God. I have reached the point where if I don't get out now and attend another church, I just may stop going to church all together. I've been there before, I don't want to go back.
It is with deep sorrow that I leave this church knowing that I may never join with them in fellowship again but for my own faith, I must. I will occasionally come back to visit and I pray that one day I feel welcome there but I have been left with no choice. There are those in leadership positions (other than my husband) that knew how I felt and yet made no effort to do anything to help me from drowning... and that is what it feels like...I am drowning at this church.
My faith, my trust, my love for God and his people is drowning; it is failing here and I want with all my heart to survive this. This is the only way I know how...I must leave.
