"Through God, all things are possible. We just need to remember this, believe in this, and spread the word of God."
Pastor Jim's voice rang through the auditorium. I had been having a hard time concentrating on his sermon all morning. My thoughts just sort of drifted. It was raining out, the rainy days were always the worst for me.
I felt my brother Simon shift in his seat next to me. He was staring straight ahead, watching Pastor Jim with everything he had. Normally I was like that too. We were born and raised in the church. All of my friends were from church, all I ever did was hang out at church, we went to a Christian school, all that stuff. I had always gone to God for everything. He was supposed to be always listening, always there. But I think he forgot about us for a moment.
I couldn't figure out how to tell my parents or Simon that my faith was faltering. I mean, my name was Faith after all. But I no longer felt connected to God. His presence for me vanished when we got that phone call and He hadn't reappeared since.
I let out a breath, playing with the hem of my blush pink dress. I had always been Faith Delaney; religious warrior, believer in God, do-gooder, optimist. And now I felt like I was Faith Delaney; nothing.
How do you even begin to find yourself when part of you is gone forever?
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Hearts, Scars & Horseshoes
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