  Well, it's getting to the point that I'm beginning to feel spred too thin and can barely keep from crying when I think about all the things I need and all the things I don't have. I still have faith and I still trust God, but I feel like the faith and the trust is beginning to fade. It's like I've held on to the ledge for a really long time and my fingers are beginning to slip, my arms are no longer able to hold on to the promise that God will provide. I know that I need to keep trusting and keep the faith, but it's getting harder. I also wonder, now, just how many people out there wait years for things and keep the faith.
Where does it come from? *sigh* I'm waiting for God to open the flood gates and provide all of the things I need. I want my dad to see that God really does give us things that we need, that He provides in times of need and that miracles do really happen. I think my dad's going crazy over this whole thing...worse then me. I really would like to show my dad and help him revive his faith in God.
I wonder if I'm doing something wrong ... or not doing something that I should be doing. When I think about it nothing comes to mind, but ... maybe I'm not thinking hard enough. Or maybe these are the lies of the devil. Please don't you have any answers? 
