During those times, the spiritual life can start to feel like so much wishful thinking. What we see swamps all the things we can’t see. Faith gives way to fear.
I found this great prayer from George Macdonald (pictured at right). If you’re struggling to believe today, I commend it to you:
Therefore, O Lord, when all things common seem,
When all is dust, and self the center clod,
When grandeur is a hopeless, foolish dream,
And anxious care more reasonable than God–
Out of the ashes I will call to thee–
In spite of dead distrust call earnestly:
O thou who livest, call, then answer dying me.
Diary of an Old Soul, August 31
How great is that?!