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Christianah Oparinde Student @ Federal University of Agriculture, Abeokuta
Abeokuta, Nigeria
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In Religion 3 min read
HE stayed when I didn’t.
<p>I don’t remember the exact day I started drifting.</p><p>But I remember how it felt.</p><p><br/></p><p>It wasn’t loud—it was quiet.</p><p>Like slowly sinking into water and convincing myself I was floating.</p><p>I would pray… but my mind wandered.</p><p>I would worship… but my heart felt cold.</p><p>I showed up for everyone else—but I stopped showing up for me.</p><p>I stopped showing up for God.</p><p><br/></p><p>There was a time I felt so close to Him.</p><p>Like I could whisper my fears and feel Him wrap me in peace.</p><p>I was journaling, praying, fasting, dreaming with Him.</p><p>I believed I was on fire.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then life happened.</p><p>I started breaking in ways I didn’t expect.</p><p>I got tired. I got hurt.</p><p>And somewhere in the ache, I stopped speaking to God like a friend.</p><p>He became a background voice I thought I didn’t deserve to hear anymore.</p><p><br/></p><p>I did things I shouldn’t have done.</p><p>Ran back to people I had no business loving.</p><p>Stayed in places where I was only tolerated, never treasured.</p><p>And still, God stayed.</p><p><br/></p><p>He stayed when I closed my Bible.</p><p>He stayed when I doubted every promise.</p><p>He stayed when I cried at night and felt unworthy to pray.</p><p>He stayed when I begged Him to let me go because I thought I had failed too much to be held again.</p><p><br/></p><p>He stayed through every relapse.</p><p>He stayed when my body was shaking from exhaustion and I had to write tests or stand on a stage or smile like everything was okay.</p><p><br/></p><p>I remember once, I was walking back from class—completely drained.</p><p>I hadn’t eaten all day, my finances were in shambles, and I just whispered, “God, are You still with me?”</p><p>And the breeze kissed my face.</p><p>It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t a miracle.</p><p>It was subtle.</p><p>But it was Him.</p><p><br/></p><p>I’ve seen Him in the small:</p><p>In the job that came unexpectedly.</p><p>In the people who held me when I couldn’t hold myself.</p><p>In the moments I stood to lead prayers even when I didn’t feel worthy.</p><p>In the way He never stopped calling me “daughter”—even when I stopped answering.</p><p><br/></p><p>This is my story:</p><p>I left sometimes.</p><p>I doubted often.</p><p>I wandered far.</p><p>But God never let go.</p><p><br/></p><p>He held on.</p><p><br/></p><p>And every time I came back, He didn’t say, “Where have you been?”</p><p>He said, “Welcome back. I’ve been here all along.”</p><p><br/></p><p>So no, this isn’t a story about a perfect Christian girl.</p><p>It’s a story about a girl who broke, fell, cried, failed…</p><p>And still found herself wrapped in a love that never moved.</p><p><br/></p><p>This is my story of how God stayed.</p>

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