There is a kind of safety most of us have been chasing our entire lives without ever naming it. It is the safety of the arranged world. The safety of a healthy bank account, a stable relationship, a secure job, a locked front door, a clear diagnosis, and a peaceful country. The safety that comes when the circumstances around you finally line up in a way that lets your nervous system exhale. We spend decades trying to build this kind of safety. We work hard. We plan carefully. We mitigate risk. We accumulate enough of the right things so that the outside world will finally give us permission to feel okay inside.
God loves it when we ask for His help. Did you know that God is interested in every single detail of your life and that He loves to hear from you? For years, I felt like I was bothering God with my prayers or, when I did pray, I was certain I wasn't doing it the right way. However, God never meant for prayer to be complicated. God desires for us to view prayer as a simple conversation with Him. It's asking Him to meet our needs or someone else's. It's praising Him and thanking Him. It's talking to Him about everything and anything that matters to us.
The dark night of the soul. This phenomenon describes a malady that the greatest of Christians have suffered from time to time. It was the malady that provoked David to soak his pillow with tears. It was the malady that earned for Jeremiah the sobriquet, "The Weeping Prophet." It was the malady that so afflicted Martin Luther that his melancholy threatened to destroy him. This is no ordinary fit of depression, but it is a depression that is linked to a crisis of faith, a crisis that comes when one senses the absence of God or gives rise to a feeling of abandonment by Him.