Here I sit at the kitchen table, the hum of fridge and furnace fans accompanying the high-pitched whine of self-diagnosed tinnitus. And I dare write about how faith-during-the-killer-storm makes sense. Then I have doubt-induced twinges of fear (aka faithlessness) at the thought of having that paragraph tested in my life. Now I’m wondering how to nourish my own already-badly-shaken faith. Will God allow it to be shaken even more?
Source: Panting, Paul Sails for Rome, “Applying God’s Word to Me”
