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Tired of Believing? How to Rebuild Faith When You’re Emotionally Exhausted

Feeling spiritually drained, I questioned whether things would ever improve. This honest blog looks at what to do when you feel forgotten by God. It also shares how to heal through faith, grief, and rebuilding.

I’m So Tired of Believing

There’s a silence that comes when you’ve prayed the same prayers so many times that they echo back hollow. I know that silence because I’ve lived it.

There was a moment—recently—when I lay in bed with a clear understanding that I had done everything right. I journaled. I affirmed. I blogged. I prayed. I showed up, even when it hurt. I held on because I believed God would turn it around.

But the bills still piled up. The business I poured my heart into didn’t bloom fast enough. The world kept moving. And I felt stuck in a state of sacred exhaustion.

It’s hard to admit as a faith-filled woman, but here it is: Sometimes, I get tired of believing.

When Faith Feels Like a Joke, and Hope Feels Like a Burden

Believing in a breakthrough can feel like emotional labor when nothing changes. Especially when you’ve already survived:

The death of your husband.
Raising children to adulthood as a widow.
Trying to build a business from scratch.
Holding space for others when your soul is screaming.

You reach a point where you wonder: “What’s the point of believing if nothing shifts?”

But here’s what I had to come back to:

Belief isn’t about pretending everything is fine. Belief is about staying open long enough for something to finally break through.

Faith Isn’t Just What You Say—It’s What You Survive

If you’re here, reading this, feeling depleted, you’re not broken. You’re in the rebuild.

God doesn’t want us to fake joy. He doesn’t need you to act strong when you’re falling apart. He wants your presence, even in the pause.

If you have been saying:

“I’m tired of hoping.”
“I feel forgotten.”
“This breakthrough is taking too long.”

You’re not alone. I was there this week. Not last year. Not metaphorically. This week.

What Helped Me Breathe Again (And Might Help You)

1. I Permitted Myself to Rest

Not post. Not create. Just rest. And feel it.

2. I Created What I Needed

That’s how The Rebuild Bundle was born. I didn’t make it to sell—I made it to survive. And then I realized someone else might need it, too.

📝 A mini Breakthrough journal.

✝️ A Kingdom Affirmation Guide

💸 Just $22 — because healing should be accessible.

👉 Click here to download The Rebuild Bundle now.

3. I Told the Truth

To God. To myself. To my audience. I stopped pretending I was okay when I wasn’t.

You Are Still Worthy of the Promise

Perhaps today, you don’t have the strength to believe in grandiose things. That’s okay. Just believe enough to breathe. Believe enough to rest. Believe enough to read this and whisper, “Me too.”

The miracle is coming—but so is your healing, even if it’s not on schedule.