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.

Christians are afraid of the unknown of what could happen rather than trusting in God? Because of this, they look at someone else's sin rather than their own. I was one of those people, quick to judge at every opportunity; I looked at other Christians and thought, how could they be doing this and worship God as well?