It came from my best friends' mouth, the word "backslidden". "Faithful are the wounds of a friend". I never considered myself to be backslidden, ever. Sad, yes. Depressed, sure. Bitter, probably but, backslidden, never! It was a hard truth to swallow and I didn't accept it at first. I sat with a friend and I was explaining how the last two years I had been struggling spiritually but couldn't quit figure out why. Friends had left the church. There was division, confusion, hurt feelings, bitterness. My daughter had just left home and so I was dealing with that too! It began small, like sin usually does. First I stopped going to prayer meeting. Then, some Sunday nights, then most Sunday nights, then all Sunday nights...what!? But that's ok because I was still going to Sunday school, and Sunday mornings and Wednesdays...oh, wait, I started missing Wednesday nights too. I thought it happened all at once but no, it was subtle. ...