For the last few months I have been walking and living in hell.  The pain of this Crucible is greater than I can bear.  The lessons that I have learned, at times, seem pointless.  My faith and dependence on God wavers and threatens to shatter into a million pieces.  In the wavering of my faith and trust in the faithful God, my eyes fall to my circumstances and the wounding of my heart aches for the solace of God’s healing touch.  In the torment of my Crucible I wonder, “Why, God?  How much more do I need to endure?  How much more pain can You put me through?”  The answer resounds with deadening silence.  There is nothing but emptiness and hopelessness to comfort the wounds and the shaken soul.

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