I have been going to bed frequently discouraged the last several weeks, carrying a heavy burden over some very real needs, full of questions as to what God is currently doing with our family. Tonight is no exception. I am lying on the couch confused, disappointed, and frustrated, finding it hard to trust right now.
And yet I am baffled…
How is it that I can trust my Father in the big things—the suffering and death of my Judson—but I struggle to trust him in smaller hardships? Have I learned so little about genuine faith that my soul seems empty of it when new challenges emerge? Should not the lesser things of life be met with greater ease of dependence?
How ironic that such is not the case!
Come, dear Lord, and saturate my empty soul. Surely you see all my heartache, woes, and needs. Please fill me with the faith to be steadfast through everything, wherein, no matter how large or small the need, trust doggedly persists.