I was saddened to read the news stories this week about Mother Theresa's struggle with doubt. I thought about her struggle and mine. Although I don't think I ever doubted the existence of God as she apparently did. My problem was and is hearing from Him, especially in this present ongoing crisis. Anyway, all I know to hold onto is "Jesus loves me this I know for the bible tells me so..."

I seem to perpetually Peter. Forever stuck in the moment right after He began to sink. The waves seem always to be lapping around me but I can 't sink and drown, I can't walk on water, nor can I get in the boat. I feel like I'm just bobbing up and down, kind of like those bouy's. I reach out for Jesus' helping hand every day.