When My Faith Got Foggy — And What I Learned in the Silence

There’s a kind of faith we love to talk about — the bold, fiery kind. The faith that believes God for miracles, prays loud prayers, and celebrates answered promises. But there’s another side of faith that we don’t always talk about. The foggy kind. The kind that doesn’t feel like fire at all — it feels like stumbling through mist, unsure if God is still as close as He promised.

That’s where I found myself after my hysterectomy in December 2023.

One day, I was recovering from major surgery. The next, I was thrust into menopause without warning — hot flashes waking me at night, anxiety pressing heavy on my chest, and tears that came for no reason at all. And while my body was trying to recover, life didn’t stop. I still had a job. I still had bills. I still had responsibilities. There was no break, no time to process, no pause button.

I kept moving, but inside I was unraveling.

The Quiet Disconnect

What I experienced wasn’t a crisis of belief. I didn’t stop loving God or believing His Word. But my faith felt cloudy. My prayers became whispers. My Bible stayed open, but the words didn’t land the way they used to. Worship felt hollow. And I didn’t know how to explain it, because I was still functioning. I was still teaching. Still podcasting. Still showing up for others.

But the truth? I wasn’t okay.

If you’ve ever been there, you know the feeling. The quiet disconnect. The “going through the motions” kind of faith where you believe in your head but feel numb in your heart. It’s not that God walked away — it’s that the fog rolled in and blurred your view.

The Truth About Foggy Faith

Here’s what I want you to know: foggy faith is still faith.

The fog doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It doesn’t mean you’re broken. It doesn’t mean God is disappointed in you. It simply means you’re human. And even in the fog, God is still guiding your steps.

Second Corinthians 5:7 says, “For we walk by faith, not by sight.” And some seasons of life make that Scripture very real. In the fog, you’re not walking because you can see clearly. You’re walking because you trust that God still has you, even when you don’t feel Him.

My Turning Point

I wish I could say the fog lifted overnight. But for me, it began with honesty.

One day, I finally stopped pretending. I sat in silence with no agenda and told God exactly how I felt: tired, burned out, disconnected. I admitted that I was showing up for everyone else but had stopped showing up for myself. That confession became the doorway for God to meet me right where I was.

Psalm 34:18 says, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” I didn’t feel strong. I didn’t feel spiritual. But I was still His daughter. And that was enough.

Lessons the Fog Taught Me

Looking back, here are a few things I learned in that foggy season:

1. Faith isn’t always loud. Sometimes it looks like whispering, “Lord, help me” when you don’t have the strength for more.

2. Feelings are not the measure of God’s presence. Just because I didn’t feel Him didn’t mean He wasn’t there. He was holding me together in silence.

3. Comparison is a thief. Scrolling other people’s highlight reels only made me feel worse. I had to stop comparing my behind-the-scenes to someone else’s polished story.

4. Healing takes honesty. God won’t heal what we keep hiding. My freedom came when I admitted I wasn’t okay.

5. The fog is temporary. Eventually, the fog does lift. But even if it lingers longer than we like, God is faithful in the middle of it.

For the Woman Reading This

If you’re in a foggy faith season right now, I want to encourage you: you’re not alone. You’re not less spiritual. You’re not behind.

Foggy faith doesn’t disqualify you — it’s simply part of the journey. And just like the fog eventually gives way to the morning sun, your clarity will return. Until then, keep walking. Keep whispering prayers. Keep opening your Bible, even if the words feel heavy. God is closer than you think.

Take a deep breath. Release the pressure to “be strong.” And let this be your reminder: God can handle your honesty. He would rather have your tears than your performance.

A Final Word

When my faith got foggy, I thought I was losing ground. But really, God was teaching me something deeper: that His presence doesn’t depend on my feelings. He was steady when I was shaky. He was present when I felt absent. And He carried me through until I could see clearly again.

So if that’s you today, take courage. The fog doesn’t last forever. But even if it lingers, God is still God — and He will guide you through it.

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