From Holy Doubt–
“When my faith started to display the fissures of doubt, I didn’t know if I was going to make it back to God. He seemed like a dangerous and volatile place to put my trust. I wasn’t sure where (or if) I’d be standing when the earth finally quieted beneath my feet. Or if I even cared anymore. I just wanted the shaking to stop for five minutes.
This is the story of what my faith looked like when the dust settled. If you can relate, if you’re feeling unsettled and uncertain, you’re in the right place. Come with me to India. The place where I lost my religion–but found Jesus.”