Faith is the substance of things hoped for. The evidence of things not seen. Lord knows that I have had some seasons where my faith was lacking. I did not have much hope. There were too many things unseen. If you had asked me what kept me going…if you wondered what I was holding on to…it could all be summed up with a mustard seed. An almost microscopic portion of faith. It was not much. But it was also all that I needed to make it another second, another minute, another hour, another day. I am not naïve. I do not believe that there will not ever be another time…