Father, gracious Father,
I seek your face.
Why do you hide when I need you most?
My soul yearns for you with the passion of a thousand tears;
yet the fears that mar your handiwork
are years of pain and bitterness that I cannot undo.

When many people meet Christians, they notice that we're different. But why? Is it because we're perfect? No way!
Do we stumble? Of course! Do we even fall? By all means! But we also get back up, by God's strength.
Now let me ask you something. If God blocked the wind, would we ever learn to walk against it, following Jesus?
But by His grace, He doesn't shield us. And by His grace, we are given the strength.
The strength to walk against the wind.