Though You slay me, yet I will trust You

This is a journal-like, subjective account of my experiences in the Church, mostly of the charismatic branch and the hurt caused by it. These entries are full of pain, but also an undercurrent of hope. Verging on deconstructionism, life crises, and thoughts of leaving the church environment entirely, this is ultimately a message of redemption, of new life, and the sentiment that beauty and light can be scooped from the ashes of pain and betrayal. This undercurrent of hope is this: that Christ is really enough, and not only that, but only He is enough.