For the past week I was traveling. And like most of my vacations, I was outside of my normal routine and forgot to pray before I slept and thank the Lord when my eyes opened in the morning and bless my food before devouring it. For a whole week I nearly forgot about God. I know that’s bad. You don’t have to tell me. I know. But it’s the truth. I spent the las week with my mind basically elsewhere. And coming back to my routine I realized something. Returning God to my everyday life, meant the return of my doubts, fears, and confusion. It was my return to reality. One does not come without the other. But strangely enough, I’m glad to have them here, both God and my doubts. I like the digging and the growing they force me to do.