I opened my bible tonight…the one I got from a retreat when I was in high school.

I remember that retreat so well. How spiritual it was, how close my bond was to God, and the instant connection everyone had with each other and how everyone was there for each other.

I miss that. I miss going to weekend retreats fully devoted to the Lord surrounded by people that were my age just as passionate.

It seems like being that passionate here is taboo. It’s like once you move out the serious test is if you can go to church without your parents forcing you or even mention the Lord in a conversation.

I feel so out of place here sometimes