What about when faith doesn't provide easy answers? What about when spirituality is tested and I fail? What about when my beliefs ask me to do things that hurt, or to accept things that seem unfair? 💔

The best thing for me might be to develop a faith that's deeper than my understanding. A faith that can hold doubt. A faith that can be confused and still be true. A faith that doesn't need to have all the answers to still be real. 🤔

I think I've been building a pretty faith — one that makes sense, one that sounds good when I write about it, one that feels coherent. But maybe real faith is messier than that. Maybe it's supposed to be. Maybe the people who have the most authentic spiritual lives aren't the ones who have everything figured out, but the ones who keep showing up even when they don't. 😔

I've been afraid to admit this, but sometimes I doubt. Sometimes I don't know if God is listening. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just talking to myself. And I think the best thing for me is to stop hiding that doubt and start letting it teach me. Maybe doubt is actually where real faith begins. 🕯️

What if the strongest faith isn't certainty, but the choice to believe anyway? To love anyway? To pray anyway, even when I'm not sure anyone's listening?