After losing everything, my home, family, job, and identity, I cried out to God from my car. This post is about God showing me contentment doesn’t come from comfort; Rather it comes from trusting God’s presence, even in our emptiest moments.

My personality is from zero to a thousand without thinking, then I start feeling inadequate because what I have to say isn’t important. It’s like the momentum crashes into doubt. I was sharing with my wife the other day how disheartened I was feeling. Because she knows me so well, she said you need to remember leg days.