You enter the church, sit in the pew, and hear about how great God is. How everything in life is a blessing, how everyone's doing so great. You decide to take that step yourself and everyone rejoices because you've said the prayer at the altar - you're saved! But... Where is all those happy blessings and promises during the next few weeks? Why isn't everything all better? Why do you still struggle? Why do the people in the church have it all together and you don't? Something