On believing God

I told God not long ago that I didn’t know if I believed in Him.

It’s been a long couple of years with too much loss, loneliness, fear, and brokenness. There’s been a lot of good things in my life too, but it’s the struggles that have weighed heaviest on me. The latter half of last year brought much growth and healing, but then I got stuck. I looked at my life, and all I could see was that I wasn’t where I wanted to be. Too many of my hopes and dreams went unfilled, and it became harder and harder to hold onto them.

In December, I was hit with fatigue. There were days when all I could do was work, eat, and go to sleep. I turned down invitations from friends, because I just didn’t have the energy to go out. It felt like I was nearing the bottom again, and I just didn’t see a way up. I wondered what good my faith was.

I could look at the Bible, history, and the lives of those around me and see God at work, but it no longer felt personal. My prayers felt hollow and empty, and I wasn’t sure He heard them. I wanted to believe in Him and to believe that He was still good, but I just didn’t feel like I could.

So I told Him. 

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