What's the real motive?

Something has been on my mind.  It is a bit hard to explain though without sounding like a hypocrite, but I will give it try.  Hang with me, and try not to be too judgemental.  It started a few weeks ago when I heard someone question why a person would go to church.  For the record, I can't remember who was doing the talking, maybe it was my pastor, but I don't think it was.  Regardless, someone asked the question. The answer seemed obvious enough.  I go to church to worship God.  Simple.  That's my answer.  Then, it came up again in a conversation with a non-church going friend.  Again, my answer was the same.  Worship God.   Several days passed, and I was faced with the same question.  This time I know very well who was doing the asking - - God.  Yep, God was now questioning my motive for going to church. I ignored Him for the most part (or as much as anyone can possibly ignore God), and tried to put this whole "why do you go to church" thing out of my mind.  I wasn't successful (not so surprising really since God has a way of not letting these things go).  I found myself thinking about it more and more.  Do I go to church to worship or do I let other things get in the way while I'm there?  If I am being honest, then I must admit that most recently it is probably been more of the later than the former.  I think I have been guilty of trying to look like a Christ follower more than actually being one.  Doing the things I am supposed to do, and saying what I supposed to say, and blah, blah, blah.  But, in real life, I am just humming along doing what I want to do, and not giving much thought to what God wants me to do.  Worse even, when I'm at church, I have found that I am more concerned about what I am wearing, or chatting up my friends than I am about worshipping God. And, since I'm being honest, it hasn't been much better at home. I have continually forfeited my time alone with God for months to do other things. To sleep a little later in the mornings, to go to the gym, to watch TV, to check my email, update facebook, or even write a blog!  What's the matter with me?  Is my faith not authentic?  I think it is. I mean I want it to be. I know what is in my heart.  Thankfully, the most amazing thing is that God does too.  I trust in His promises, and take great comfort in knowing He loves me regardless of my junk, or my neglect.  If I let Him, and I am in the midst of  doing so, I know He will steer me right.  I have faith.  And, while my motives have been questionable lately, my faith in Him has never faltered.