I am planted in my faith. In the past (not so long ago), I believed I had faith. Faith that could move mountains! But as soon as a storm of life came crashing in, I found myself wavering, neither firm nor planted. Where was my faith? In situations where my faith was wavering, I would pick up what I laid at His feet, I hadn’t fully surrendered. Or, I would try to manipulate(control) the situation. Needing to control was(is) a struggle for me.