When I was younger, I thought faith was loud. I thought it meant confidence, certainty, and bold prayers spoken without a hint of doubt. But grief has a way of stripping you bare, and after Michael’s death, my faith felt more like a whisper than a roar.
I used to wonder if that meant I’d failed—if my faith wasn’t “strong enough.” But over the years, I’ve learned that faith doesn’t have to be loud to be real. Sometimes, faith is just choosing to take the next breath. It’s getting out of bed when you’d rather pull the covers over your head. It’s letting yourself cry out to God without needing all the answers.
There were days I didn’t know if I could keep going, but faith was there—in the quiet moments, in the kindness of friends, in the strength I didn’t know I had. It showed up in whispers, not shouts. And that was enough.
Unbroken is filled with moments like that—raw and unpolished faith that carried me through the darkest seasons of my life. I wrote this book not as a guide for perfect faith, but as a reminder that God can handle our doubts, our fears, and even our silence. Faith isn’t about having all the answers. It’s about clinging to hope when everything else feels lost.
If you’ve ever felt like your faith was small or fragile, I want you to know this: even the smallest flicker of faith is powerful. Even whispers can move mountains.
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