Spiritual Coma!

Greetings, blogging family!

It has been quite some time since I posted a blog. It was not because I had nothing to say; I did not know how to say it. Over the past eight months, I became lost. So lost, in fact, that I did not believe I would find my way back. About nine months ago, I was going through a rough patch. It seemed that everything I tried to do failed. It seemed the more I tried, the harder I failed. I have never been one to fail and fail miserably. Life had dealt me a hand that I was not prepared for. I tried reading self-help books, meditation, and journaling to remedy this failure. I continued praying, church, and tithing, hoping God would make a way. I did all this, and I still felt empty and alone. I decided to try to fix the problems on my own, which was the worst possible decision. I felt that I had been abandoned by God. I thought I could fix it, so I stopped praying and meditating. It was not until about four months ago that I realized I was in a spiritual coma.

We have all been in a place where we lose ourselves; it’s just a part of life. We go through things in life that can make or break us. In these times, we either turn to our faith or pray our way out; or we turn to ourselves and worry our way out. In the beginning, I turned to the former. I said I would pray my way through it, and I did for a little while. However, I grew impatient when God did not answer my prayer in the timely fashion I thought he should. Then I decided to turn to my understanding and work through it. This was the biggest mistake that I could have made. I stopped praying and still went to church, but I always felt a sense of emptiness. I was experiencing this rough patch in life and felt I had no one to turn to. I was in a spiritual coma. I knew that I was not spiritually dead. I still believed and had faith in God. However, I was not able to exercise that faith. I was able to hear about God working. However, I was not able to see him work or feel him working. Many say that someone in a coma can hear even though they cannot see or feel. I spent about three months in that spiritual coma until, as Iyanla Vanzant would say, my soul opened up one day.

I realized that God had not abandoned me; it was the complete opposite. God knew I had been faithful, and he was simply preparing me for the blessings he had in store. I had to be stretched and strengthened. God has blessed me abundantly, and I became complacent with receiving those blessings. He now wants to elevate me, and I must be ready for all the blessings that await me. When I realized this, I felt like I had lost a million pounds that had been weighing me down. This was my awakening from my spiritual coma. I no longer had to carry around the “dead weight” of my spirit. It was indeed alive and well. After, I came to the conclusion it still wasn’t easy. I had to relearn how to pray and pray effectively.  I had to start meditating again. I had to exercise my faith, know that god has a plan for me, and trust in that plan. Every day has not been easy; some days, I lose my way, and I think God has forgotten about me. There are other days when I am spiritually lazy and do not want to do the work. However, in those times, I turn to my tool of prayer and pray until I feel a change.

Until Next Time:

Let God’s light shine within you and through you!