When Faith Felt Worn Thin
There were moments when faith didn't feel inspiring or powerful—it felt tired.
Not broken. Not gone. Just exhausted.
I wasn't questioning God anymore. I wasn't angry or rebellius. I was simply worn down by the weight of consistency—by the effort it takes to keep believing when progress feels slow and answers remain distant.
Faith wasn't dramatic in those moments. It was routine. And routine felt heavy.
Perseverance Withuot Energy
I used to think perseverance meant pushing harder.
More prayer. More discipline. More effort to "feel" faithful again.
But there were seasons when I had nothing extra to give. No emotional energy. No spiritual enthusiasm. Just the basic decision to not walk away.
That decision didn't feel heroic. It felt small. Ordinary. Almost invisible.
And yet, it mattered.
Showing Up When Nothing Changed
Some days, faith looked like doing the same things with no visible results.
Praying without relief.
Trusting without clarity.
Obeying without reassurance.
Nothing changed quickly. Nothing felt resolved. But something deeper was happening beneath the surface—something steady was being built.
Faith wasn't growing outward. It was growing downward.
Learning That Consistency Is Faithful
I've come to believe that consistency is one of the purest forms of faith.
Not consistency fueled by excitement or reward—but consistency that remains when motivation fades.
The kind that keeps showing up because it has learned that faith is not sustained by feelings, but by commitment.
That kind of faith doesn't announce itself. It simply remains.
Strength That Looked Like Staying
Looking back, I can see that some of the strongest moments of faith in my life didn't look strong at all.
They looked like staying when leaving would have been easier.
Like continuing when quitting felt reasonable.
Like trusting quietly instead of believing loudly.
Perseverance wasn't about proving faith—it was about protecting it.
The Faith That Endures
Faith didn't carry me forward because it was powerful.
It carried me forward because it refused to disappear.
And maybe that's what enduring faith really is—not belief that never weakens, but belief that keeps returning.
Even tired.
Even unsure.
Even unfinished.
"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." — Galatians 6:9