Where is my faith?
As of late, I feel like a pile of red kelp. Ever see it on the water before? It just kind of floats along in a pile. No purpose other than being kelp and being red. Not much action coming from it. Not much results coming from it. Just up and down. Up and down. Back and forth. Up a wave of life. Down a wave, and I mean down. Each day, it feels like the only thing that is sustaining me is the Word. His Presence. That's it. I told my friend president this morning I almost feel like I am living in Ecclesiastes. Feel like it doesn't matter. Just motions. People are broken. Life is hard. Ugly. Being involved in people's lives on a deep level exposes you to the hurt, the ugly, the damage that life can do to people, their spirit, their trust. I am ever thankful for the light - for how it points me to the fact that the only thing that can keep you from falling into the p...