Days to endure

I tend to have a cinderella complex- that somehow nothing that happens to me is really my fault, and at the end of what seems like an eternal slumber- I will be awakened and whisked away to live a life that somehow vindicates the pain I've been through. I'm pretty sure I'm not alone. I often try to pass of guilt that I find it a task to be in a relationship with God to external things- like stress. Stress takes on this personification and is the guilty agent here- not me. I am merely just the damsel with a wicked person out to get her and finally God will rescue me when I least expect it. I think we need to own up to the fact that a relationship with God is much like any other relationship- and sometimes we will find him a joy- sometimes a task. I think that we need to accept responsibility for this, and not deny that it is the case- rather recognize that even though we are often the reason for our "eternal slumber" God will still rescue us anyway.