I dont wear make up at church

So after a worse year than the one before my last pitiful attempt at returning to blogging Im back at church , a different person , one who doesnt wear mascara cause its easier to cry with out it and when your dear friend uses her sleeve to wipe away your tears your arent messing up her jacket .

I have lost that child like faith where you believe God will look after you and protect you , yet my faith in him is stronger than ever.
Is if a mistake to tell our children that he will protect you against harm when clearly he doesnt , rather he is with you and cuddles you up in a warm blanket even when you are unaware . Surrounds you with people to pray for you when the words and thoughts choke you .
Maybe then not so many would fall by the way side when the shit hits the fan. Recently I felt anger and tearful when the childrens address told them what I see as false promises for now . People do get sick , accidents do happen and there are evil people in the world who do harm but more importantly God is always there even when I am not .