“I’m sorry you are questioning your faith.”"Oh, I don’t think it’s a bad thing,” I say with a smile.I believe that even though I’m at a teenager level of angst about how God does or doesn’t work these days. And even though I find myself wanting to still, still, be a superhero when it comes to all things faith wise, I feel like I’m dragging my super hero cape behind me like a deflated balloon on a string.Who knows, maybe I will let go of the string one day or at least become comfortable with the tension between my ego’s need for hero status and my soul’s desire for what?
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