Faith and the Fiery Furnace

I have been a believer in Jesus Christ for as long as I can remember.  I loved Him as a small child, grew in my knowledge of Him throughout my childhood, understood Him as my savior in my late teens, and have walked with my heart and mind toward Him most of the time all of my life.  I love Him.  And, I’m thankful for the faith He has given me so I can believe in Him, love Him and learn to know Him.

But this treacherous road of grieving the loss of a child has caused me more pit-falls, stumbling blocks, deep valleys and times of doubt than I have ever experienced, or thought possible.  Faith – this faith I have had my whole life – seems all well and good until it is put into the fire.  When it is put into the fire, then we see what it is…