Trusting God When You’re on the Edge

There comes a point in life when you stop asking "Why is this happening?" And you start asking "God… are You still here?"

Let’s be honest, trusting God sounds nice when life is good. But what about when your whole world is shaking? What about when you’re praying for something that still hasn’t happened? When people you love leave…When the door doesn’t open…When the healing doesn’t come…When you’re trying to breathe through pain that won’t go away?

Nobody talks about this kind of trust.

The kind where you’re crying in your car, gripping the steering wheel, whispering, "God, I’m doing my best, but I’m running out of strength."

Trust isn’t polished. It’s bloody knuckles and scraped knees.

Sometimes, trusting God doesn’t look holy, it looks like barely holding on. It’s waking up in the middle of the night with your chest tight, trying to remember why you’re still believing. It’s walking into work or church or family dinner with a smile when your heart is barely beating.

You don’t feel spiritual. You feel spent. But even that whisper, “God, I trust You”, it shakes hell.

Because faith isn't a feeling. It's a fight.

Nobody sees the war behind your worship

People see your post. They see your smile. They don’t see the breakdown you had in the shower. They don’t hear the late-night prayers that sound more like “God, where are You?” They don’t see the days where you’re going through the motions, because quitting feels easier than believing.

But God does.

And He doesn’t pull away from your weakness. He draws closer.

“God, this hurts. But I still believe.”

Maybe you’ve been faithful. Maybe you’ve prayed. Maybe you’ve done everything “right.” And yet, you're still in the storm.

Listen to me: God is not punishing you. God has not abandoned you. And just because He’s silent, doesn’t mean He’s absent.

Sometimes God lets everything fall apart just to show you He’s the One holding you together.

And no, that doesn’t make it easier. But it does mean you’re not alone in it.

Jesus gets it.

He stood in a garden and cried too. He said, “My soul is overwhelmed to the point of death.” He asked for another way.

But then He said, “Not my will… but Yours.”

That’s trust. Not the fake, surface-level kind. The kind that hurts. The kind that costs something. The kind that keeps believing when every part of you wants to walk away.

If you're barely hanging on, you're not a failure. You're a fighter.

Don’t let the enemy convince you that you’re weak for breaking down. You are still here. You are still breathing. You are still trying.

That is strength. That is faith.

And the God who called you has not changed His mind about you. He sees your faithfulness in the dark. He hears your whispered prayers. And He’s not done writing your story.

So, keep trusting. Even through tears. Even through silence. Even through heartbreak.

Because God doesn’t just redeem the ending. He walks with you through the middle.

And when this season passes, and it will, you’ll look back and say:

"Even when I didn’t feel Him… He was still holding me."