Faith
As usual, I prayed for a word for this year. It was rather (I felt) last minute and I couldn’t see where or how it was applicable when it arrived. Last year was “Rest”, and how appropriate that turned out to be. This year? Faith. This year has been an exercise and a half in faith. Not in the ways I anticipated. I have rarely felt more alone and separated from God and unsure of what I believe or why. I have questioned my salvation more in the past year than in my lifetime as a Christian. I have been going through this alone since I haven’t been back at church since March last year, and I’m soul-hungry and lonely for fellowship or to have a good heart conversation about spiritual things. I’m watching God move in many lives around me and wondering why it seems He’s stopped working in mine. Why all the heart wracking tears, prayers and face to the floor is left in the silence of God. Why my health and mental health continue to decline, leaving me unable to care for the basics of those aro