Unseen Wounds

Faith When Life Doesn’t Look Faithful

For a long time, I thought faith meant being strong all the time.

I thought it looked like confidence, certainty, and having the right words to say.

But life taught me something different.

Faith showed up for me when things fell apart.

When prayers felt heavy.

When trusting God meant walking forward without clarity.

There were seasons when I questioned everything—not because I didn’t believe, but because I did.

Because I needed God to be real in the middle of my real life, not just in perfect moments.

I’ve learned that faith isn’t pretending everything is okay.

It’s bringing God into the mess.

It’s showing up honest, tired, confused, and still choosing to believe that He sees me.

Some days my faith is strong.

Other days it’s simply a whisper: “God, help me.”

And I’ve learned that even that is enough.

Faith is trusting God with unanswered questions.

It’s letting go of control when I don’t understand the process.

It’s believing that even delays, losses, and detours have purpose.

I don’t have everything figured out.

But I know this—God has never left me.

He has carried me through seasons I didn’t think I’d survive and shaped me in ways I couldn’t see at the time.

My faith isn’t built on perfection.

It’s built on endurance.

On grace.

On the quiet knowing that God is still working, even when I can’t see it.

And if you’re in a place where your faith feels small, fragile, or worn down—

you’re not failing.

You’re becoming.

Faith doesn’t always roar.

Sometimes it simply stays.