Well. I just had an evening of wine and chatting with a friend. And, I think, she tried to save my soul.
She had told me a few weeks ago that she felt the need to share her testimony with me, and that she really felt “called” to share it. But things have been rough. She has been busy and I have been struggling with depression and anxiety. Finally tonight she texted and invited me over. So, over I went! And we had cornbread and black-eyed peas (delicious southern food!!!) and lots of wine.
We were having some wine and a nice chat when I felt the tide of the conversation turn. I could see that my friend was dragging up issues from my past that I have already dealt with. I think this was an attempt to figure out why I had lost faith, and then fix whatever was broken inside me. Maybe she thought I was still dealing with events in my past and that those things had turned me away from God. Unfortunately, it was kind of awkward, because I have moved past that stuff. Neither my past nor my present are the reason for my depression nor my reason for my loss of faith. I felt like she was pressing me for an emotional reaction that I just didn’t have. I tried my best to just deflect it and turn the conversation back towards my friend. I really don’t want to hear about the how and why that God is intervening in my life when I NO LONGER BELIEVE IN GOD.
It kind of worked. I was able to distract her into talking about herself, telling me about her issues, and commiserating about being stationed in a rather sucky place.
But… ugh… blah… blurg. I really didn’t want that to happen. I am glad that the wine lubricated the conversation so that I could mostly avoid the proselytizing, but I still felt that her attempt to save me stilted the conversation and… I am afraid that it will affect the friendship. 😦 Ugh… blah… blurg…
This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell anyone.
somuchandsomuch 
I am assuming it was too late to say you needed to sort your sock drawer…
I did think of saying that I had cut my foot earlier and my shoe was filling with blood.
That might of worked with a limp.
I may keep that as a back up plan if it happens again…
lol 😉 Have a good weekend!
Oh, silly girl, of course HE was intervening in your life. After all, she was there. 🙂
I think you’re pretty courageous for telling her. The only friend I told lives hundreds of miles away and I’m pretty certain we’re done. Probably because I told her Father Abraham was a rapist who never got punished. I guess I’d be pissed too if I were a Messianic Jew.
Good times.
Haha! In retrospect I never should have told her, but I can’t take it back now. I just hope we can hang out without the JC occasionally.
I just hope she doesn’t treat you like a project.
They mean well.