Maybe, sometimes, faith looks like simply showing up when you don’t feel like you even have much faith.
Maybe it doesn’t look big.
Maybe it’s just showing up when all things faith related seem choked out by grief and heartache, fear and uncertainty, ridicule and misunderstanding.
Maybe it’s choosing to pray when you don’t feel like it. When you aren’t sure if or how your prayers might be answered.
Maybe it’s reading and meditating on scripture when you don’t quite understand it or can’t figure out why it should even matter to you or your circumstances.
Maybe it’s doing what’s right in front of you even when it feels like drudgery and you can’t see any point to it or why God would place you in that specific position.
Maybe it’s saying “God, I trust you” when everything is a mess and nothing makes sense and you feel paralyzed by pain and confusion.
Maybe it’s quietly hoping.
Even when you’re carrying hard questions without easy answers, or any answers at all.
Maybe, sometimes, faith isn’t a loud and joyful shout from the lips, but a quiet, enduring whisper of the heart.
A knowing that there’s more. A knowing that there’s God. A knowing that in him there’s goodness and forgiveness and redemption and love and healing. Even when you don’t feel like you know much of anything at all.