Hi I’m Marcia and I’ve struggled to have faith throughout my life. What can I say? I’m an expert in being fearful. I guess we can briefly go back to my origins. Every sad chapter always seems to revolve around our parents, doesn’t it? Well, at least mine did. Spending my early childhood years, watching my father abuse my mother wasn’t the type of love story I cared to be introduced to nor did it help with my future relationships. Each season thereafter came with it’s own setbacks and disappointments and looking back, I wish I could say I adopted a strong sense of faith. But with every life blow, whether it was losing a family member, job loss or breakups, it always felt like my avatar was placed back at the starting point on the field of faith.
