When it all comes down...

It's so easy to tell people about the dark times of the soul...how it's coming for everyone and that in those times you need to have faith. But what happens when you're the one actually facing it? What happens when things are stripped from you? In those moments you feel as though someone is squeezing your poor little heart until you can't stand it anymore. It's the worst when one thing goes wrong...and then a billion other things just so happen to blow up too. Your heart feels so heavy and you really don't know what to do. I think in those times, those times in the desert, that's where our faith is seen. I think faith and trust shines most bright when everything around us crumbles and we trust not in what we have but we hope and trust when everything is taken from us. And don't get me wrong...it is never fun being there yourself. But it is in those times when true joy is found. Why? Because we hold on to something bigger than us. We trust in a God that has sustained us from the very beginning and is continuing to mold and shape us unto himself.