For some of us, our faith at times seems to disappear altogether. But even at the height of struggle, it’s often the case that our deep, inescapable belief in God has only been pushed underground, like a plant bulb that goes dormant for a while and then grows back. This was true of my faith story. Even when I stood at a far distance from faith and church, in some hidden part of my heart, I still believed in meaning. I believed in goodness. I believed in God. But I had to give myself time to let that belief emerge again from beneath the ground.