Maybe you wouldn’t even be able to tell from the outside looking in that I am a complete wreck ninety percent of the time. After all, I’ve got the cute husband and the starter house in the ‘burbs and the work-from-home job that I love. I’ve got the family I’ve always imagined, enough money to live comfortably, and even a bit of travel occasionally thrown in the mix. As my best friend recently reminded me, I’m living the life I once prayed desperately for. So why does it seem like I’m stuck in survival mode?

While most would agree that questioning the tenets of your own belief system is necessary for growth, I can't shake the feeling that my search for the truth looks on some days more like a flat-out rejection of The Truth I've been taught—the same one that's kept me company in my safe little bubble for years. Which leads us back to the idea of faith, and the ability to trust that there's a God who wants me even at my most uncertain.