Life is a marathon, isn't it? So often I want to sprint through the rough patches and dash out of the storms, but it rarely works that way. And something I've realized as I've come face-to-face with the frailty of my faith, is that there's nothing like a good, stiff trial to shake us out of our spiritual slumber.
Because the enemy knows how to shake us. He knows where to attack for the greatest impact. And he went for my kids.