Your words reminded me of Habakkuk—a prophet who also cried out, “How long?” as he wrestled with injustice and suffering. That raw, unsettled feeling you described is ancient—and deeply human.
What helped me in his story was how God didn’t dismiss his questions but reminded him of His presence and justice, even when things still looked bleak. That changed something in Habakkuk. His circumstances didn’t improve, but his hope deepened: “Though the fig tree does not blossom… yet I will rejoice in the Lord.”
That’s been true for me, too. When despair creeps in, what helps isn’t denial—it’s remembering that God hasn’t left me alone.
Thank you for writing with such honesty. It reminded me why faith still matters.
Your words reminded me of Habakkuk—a prophet who also cried out, “How long?” as he wrestled with injustice and suffering. That raw, unsettled feeling you described is ancient—and deeply human.
What helped me in his story was how God didn’t dismiss his questions but reminded him of His presence and justice, even when things still looked bleak. That changed something in Habakkuk. His circumstances didn’t improve, but his hope deepened: “Though the fig tree does not blossom… yet I will rejoice in the Lord.”
That’s been true for me, too. When despair creeps in, what helps isn’t denial—it’s remembering that God hasn’t left me alone.
Thank you for writing with such honesty. It reminded me why faith still matters.
Thanks for sharing thar Irma. Beautiful.
This is lovely and heartening, thank you!
thank you!!!