What Holds It Together.

I do not experience my faith as a dramatic, mountaintop thing most days. It looks much smaller than that — a quiet twenty minutes with coffee and Scripture before the house wakes up, a prayer whispered in a parking lot before a hard conversation, a verse I return to so often it has worn a groove in my mind.

What I believe, at the center of it, is simple: that God is near to the brokenhearted, that He calls the unready more often than the ready, and that grace is sufficient even — especially — in weakness. I did not arrive at that belief through easy seasons. I arrived at it through a hard nursing journey, a year our business nearly failed, a season of loss I am still walking through with my family, and a hundred smaller disappointments in between.

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.

Faith, for me, has become less about having the right answer and more about staying close to the God who has one, even when I cannot see it yet.