Defending Faith When The World Doubts

A Whispers from My Wild Soul Post

This morning began in gratitude.

I woke up steady, grounded in trust, filling pages with thankfulness. My heart was soft, my faith strong.

And then, someone else’s storm rolled in. Words of fear, doubt, and scarcity swirled around me—and I felt it seep into my bones.

Suddenly, my faith, so carefully tended, felt naïve.

Suddenly, I wondered if I was being foolish, if believing in myself was irresponsible.

Maybe you know this feeling, too.

You’ve done the work, held the faith, chosen trust—and then someone else’s fear presses in.

It’s hard enough to wrestle your own demons of doubt.

Harder still when those closest to you add their voices to the chorus.

It can make you feel like you’re always defending yourself, your choices, your path.

But here’s the whisper: faith is not irresponsible. Faith is radical. Faith is a rebellion against fear.

What matters is not whether you are shaken—it’s what you do next.

Do you take on the doubts of others as your own? Or do you pause, breathe, and decide: this isn’t mine to carry.

You don’t have to defend your faith to anyone. Not to the outside voices, not even to your own inner critic. You only have to keep choosing it, again and again, like a flame you protect with cupped hands in the wind.

Your center is still there.

Always.

Your faith is still alive.

Always.

And it is more than enough.

That’s the whisper today: Protect the flame of your faith. It is not naïve—it is holy.

Whispers from My Wild Soul

A blog series of soul remembering, healing, and transformation

These are the quiet truths that rise up when we slow down.

Reflections from the threshold of midlife, where the old stories begin to fall away and the wild soul stirs awake.

Here, I write from the heart—about crone wisdom, spiritual awakening, and the rituals that root me to the Earth and to myself.

These whispers are an invitation to return home to your own wise, wild soul.