There's a season in the spiritual life that almost nobody warns you about. You've been praying faithfully, maybe for years. Things felt alive. God felt close. Scripture spoke to you. Worship moved you. And then it stops. Not dramatically. Not because of some crisis or obvious sin. It just goes quiet. Prayer feels like talking to a wall. The Bible reads like a textbook. Worship feels like going through motions. And the worst part is the voice in your head that says: you must have done something wrong.
