Life is never about having the god on your side at all time.
I was in deep shit few years back. A really deep shit that I can't seem to figure of my way out. As god want to make the most of it, that shit did hit twice. And hard. In a short fucking space of less than a month.
I was in a total mess and she was losing it. The faith. Thou the fact that faith isn't really something that I bothered since the beginning of my time, I cant really tell if I was having the same feeling or not. But when she kept on telling me to keep one, which I found to be fucking harder than jerking off, being a gentlemen, I fucking kept one.
The shit passed, I'm left wondering what actually got us through, her or the faith thing she asked me to keep hold.