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There were moments in my journey where I felt like I had nothing left—not even faith.
Losing my son shattered my heart.
Losing my husband cracked the foundation of my life.
Losing my mother left a silence that echoed through my soul.
And in the middle of all that loss, I found myself praying prayers that didn’t sound strong.
They sounded more like whispers, sobs, and questions:
“God, where are You?”
“Why didn’t You stop it?”
“Are You still with me?”
I used to think faith meant never questioning.
But I’ve learned that real faith can be fragile.
Real faith admits doubt, but keeps reaching anyway.
Real faith is when you say, “God, I believe… but help me with what I don’t understand.”
🌿 Fragile faith is still faith.
And God honors that.
He doesn’t need perfection.
He doesn’t need performance.
He just wants honesty.
This season of grief taught me that it’s okay to feel uncertain.
What matters most is that I never stop turning toward Him—even when I’m doing it with tears in my eyes and trembling in my soul.
Have you ever felt your faith waver under the weight of grief?
This post is your reminder that God isn’t asking for strength you don’t have—He’s offering His.
Share this with someone whose faith is still here… even if it’s fragile.
