16/03/2026
**Faithful, yet falling apart.** 💔
He loved God, but his world collapsed. His father is at death’s door. His mother, drowning in school-fee stress, snaps at him in frustration.
He looked at his Bible, then his dying father, and asked: *"Why have you forsaken me?"* (**Psalm 22:1**).
But in the heavy silence of that hospital hallway, he realized something raw: God isn't a vending machine; He’s a Comforter. Even when the monitor flatlines and the pockets are empty, **Job 13:15** remains:
> *"Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him."*
God didn’t stop the storm, but He’s sitting in the boat. He is still God—not because life is good, but because He is constant.
**Faith isn't the absence of pain; it’s the presence of God right in the middle of it.** 🕊️
