When we lived in Little Rock we had a housekeeper, best friend, baby sitter, and member of our family named Elizabeth Fitzgerald. I still can’t mention her name without a smile on my face, and an equal response from Suzy, my kids, and our friends who all knew her. One of her expressions was “Webb Hubbell, all Hell done broke loose.” And she meant it. Usually her words were proceeded with “Webb Hubbell you needs to get home.” Something had happened that required attention.
All of our lives have those moments, and it is in those moments of our own unique personal history that faith in God develops. Faith develops out of the most difficult aspects of our existence, not the easiest.
I could give you many examples out of my life from having to tell my kids I was going to prison to learning I needed a transplant. However, I think if you look at your own history you will realize that faith develops during the deep struggles of life. When we look to heaven in total anguish, we experience the wonder and majesty that only comes from a God that created heaven and earth. It is the help in those moments when “all Hell done broke loose” that shape our spirit and faith.