It's 8:30am on a Saturday morning. I am sitting on my bed next to Margaret who just went to sleep for her morning nap. She breathes a bit louder lately because of a runny nose and so I've been holding her a bit longer, cuddling with her even more, and am constantly wondering what I can do to help her feel better. Sleep is always a good answer for a 4 month old. Last weekend I got slammed with a revelation of my own weakness and sin: a huge lacking of faith. Faith to believe God has things under control; faith that He can take care of loved ones I pray for daily. And even less faith that He understands my heartache and frustrations. Now how silly is that? I can hear the song, "He's got the whole world in His hands..." going through my head even as I write this. But, it didn't take two days of struggling through this to recognize how much He does care and provides for all our needs. I found myself repenting to Him for the fear and doubt I had allowed in my...