Throwback to 2019: A Journey of Faith
This is a repost from November 2019, a time when I was deep in journaling and traveling through my relationship with Christ. Reading it again reminds me just how much my faith shapes every choice I make and keeps me grounded—mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. My connection with God, through the Holy Spirit, moves me so precisely that I have no worries at all.
But it all started here… in prayer. 🙏✨ Skelly
Faith in the Storm
Faith feels so effortless when life is smooth. It’s easy to be faithful when everything falls into place, isn’t it? When the job is stable, the bills are paid, and relationships flow without friction. When there’s plenty of food, a warm roof over your head, and no aches or pains—physical or mental—dragging you down. Even sleep comes easy, undisturbed and peaceful.
“Oh, praise the Lord, for He is good!” Right?
And He is good. That truth never changes. But I can’t help but wrestle with the question: What happens when life isn’t so easy? When the struggle is relentless, and the prayers you whisper in desperation seem to dissolve into silence?
I know there’s a spiritual battle. I don’t doubt for a second that God has protected me from things I’ll never even know about. He has blessed me abundantly—an incredible husband, two bright and hilarious kids, a compassionate heart, loving parents, and an aunt and uncle whose support is unwavering. My sisters are some of the strongest humans I know. And of course, my sweet dogs, who bring comfort in ways only they can.
I recognize these blessings, and I am deeply thankful.
But even the strongest hearts grow weary. My family is past exhausted. We need a break. A shift in the tide. The weight of just getting by has been on our shoulders for too long. It feels like every effort, every step forward, is met with a gust of wind pushing us back. The enemy is at our heels, and we are crying out.
Hear our SOS, Lord!
Send relief. Smooth the path ahead. Claim these raging waters and bring stillness to our minds and souls. Remind us what joy feels like. Bring us back—to each other and to You.
I pray this. I believe this.
But I also struggle.
Three years. That’s how long this storm has lasted. It’s not just me. My whole family has been caught in the waves. We barely catch our breath before another storm rolls in. The crashes grow louder, the waters rougher, and no matter how hard we fight to stay afloat, we are drowning in the weight of it all.
And my prayers? They’ve started to change.
I’m still praying. But now my prayers come with frustration. With exhaustion. With an edge of anger.
“Really, Lord? Are You serious? How much longer?”
I know there’s a lesson in this. I know He is working, even when I can’t see it. But my faith feels worn thin. And yet, even in this weariness, I hold on. Because no matter how tired, frustrated, or broken I feel—He is still God. And I will keep praying, even when it feels like my voice is lost in the wind.
Because faith isn’t about the easy seasons. It’s about holding on when the storm doesn’t pass.
And so, I hold on.
SK
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