I used to think I was less of a Christian because I struggled… a lot. But now I know God wants us all to be wrestlers.
I’ll never forget that moment when I asked a small group leader if it would be okay if all the members of the group shared their sins and struggles with each other so we could pray for one another and hold each other accountable. Innocent enough, I thought. Like iron sharpens iron, right? We are in this together. I was all glazed over with warm fuzzies thinking this group into a little family or a group of besties. Or something. The response? Ummm, I don’t think that everyone is comfortable with that.
I felt my countenance change like a girl who showed up to a costume party in full display only to find out it was business casual.