For many of us, Lent starts out with some faith. You can imagine faith like a plant. It could be a seed, dormant in the winter. It might feel like a dying seedling, needs a little attention and love and care. It needs time. What happens, though, when your faith doesn’t seem like it’s there? When God seems silent? When there is nothing to grieve because you don’t remember even what it was like to have that relationship? What happens though when you’ve lost your faith? When the ground is so frozen you can’t imagine anything growing out of it. What do you do?
Finding faith in the desert
Finding faith in the desert
Finding faith in the desert
For many of us, Lent starts out with some faith. You can imagine faith like a plant. It could be a seed, dormant in the winter. It might feel like a dying seedling, needs a little attention and love and care. It needs time. What happens, though, when your faith doesn’t seem like it’s there? When God seems silent? When there is nothing to grieve because you don’t remember even what it was like to have that relationship? What happens though when you’ve lost your faith? When the ground is so frozen you can’t imagine anything growing out of it. What do you do?