At the End of the Day

At the end of the day...


I look out my window into the dark night sky.


The moonlight comes into my room...


I ask myself, what do I want?


What does my heart truly desire?


I spend countless hours every week at my church...


Why do I go?


For faith? For obligation? For a mission?


At the end of the day, my actions speak louder than my words.


At the end of day, I am left unsure of how "strong" of a christian I really am.