I am married with five young children. I feel I am very blessed spiritually but I'm a HUGE coward. Not many know how deep my faith is and what it means to me. I never talk about it for fear of rejection, to be laughed at. I am full of pride. I feel alone in this world because there are so few who believe. I feel strength from the Eucharist every Sunday, I think without it I would certainly go off the track. The world pulls me in all the time. To be superficial, to be attached to material things, to want more, to pray less, etc. The irony of it is when I do pull away from God, although I think I'm happy because I'm part of the world I'm actually not. I feel a void which only God can fill. So I go back to Him, beg for forgiveness and feel peace again. But it's on ongoing battle. I guess that's the journey of life? Does any of that make sense to anyone?
I'm so glad to write this down. Even if no-one should respond I feel a weight lifted just to write.
God Bless you all.