Faith feels.

It’s not doctrine or theory taught in a fluorescent room somewhere.

It’s not a quick fix for my problems, a medicine I can shove down my life,

a simple slogan to cure my grief.

It’s not the reason for war, to kill a man or to say that to my sister.

It is not a weapon.

Faith is a shield.

And it feels everything thrown at it.

All the doubt and mockery and deep, deep loss.

The sadness and confusion.

The why did this happen and how could He do this to me’s?

All the fears I am trying not to admit.

Faith feels.

And the thing is, faith is not afraid.

I am.