I’ve had a crisis of faith a couple of times, although my question wasn’t exactly if there is a God, but rather why things are the way they are. I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs. The downs have been really low with no apparent solution, but each and every time a miracle (and I do not use the term loosely) has appeared to show me the way out.

I look around and see people much more deserving than myself suffering so much and I wonder why I was shown the path. Why has he saved me so many times? Even when I’ve given up on him, he hasn’t held a grudge and was waiting right there for me when I came to my senses.