This summer and past few months my faith has been tested. I have questioned. I have asked why. I have tortured myself emotionally. I have beat myself up over things I can't control. I have wondered what could quantify mustard seed faith. These months have brought me to tears, falling on my knees, begging for relief. It has seen me open up, and want help, a word I signify with weakness. I had to learn that His strength is made perfect in weakness. I have to find the verse. Jesus is good. He's there even as I wondered where.
There are still trying days, but this too shall pass.
I have to believe that!