From Frailty to Faith

Building the Bridge Between Brokenness and Belief

Personal reflections by a fellow traveler. Not AA-approved literature. Shared in the spirit of experience, strength, and hope.

Faith doesn’t start at the summit; it’s born in the valley, the hospital room, the scene of the accident, the courtroom or on the bathroom floor.  It starts at the end of yourself.

Frailty isn’t necessarily a flaw, it can become an invitation.  When my ways have failed – my strength, my plans, my pride – I finally reached a place where my Higher Power could build something new.  Not on my foundation, but on His.  Not with my suggestions, but with His grace.

I used to think faith was for the strong — the unshaken, the unscarred, the ones who seemed to have it all together.


Faith isn’t built in comfort. It’s forged in fire. It grows when we admit we’re not in control. It grows when we cry out
instead of performing. When we show up messy. When we stop pretending.

That’s the bridge — brokenness on one side, belief on the other. And the only way across is to surrender to self.

The world says, “Fix yourself.” God says, “Follow Me.”

In my weakness, I met a strength that didn’t come from me. And that’s where brokenness became belief.