💌 Letters from the Soft Life: My Career Thrived, But My Faith Faded — How Do I Find Both Again?

Dear Liberian Jewels,

I built my career believing ambition was worship. I climbed ladder after ladder—promotions, pay increases, professional praise—but along the way my health collapsed. I caught colds every month, my nerves shook at night, and my peace turned brittle.

I stepped back to breathe. I embraced the soft life redefinition of success: balance, rest, presence. I told myself ambition wouldn’t cost me my well‑being again.

The odd thing is—my spiritual life started feeling unstable. One day I’m praising with clarity and conviction; the next, I feel distant from God—confused, disappointed, numb. My walk feels like a yo‑yo, spinning between closeness and coldness. What keeps this cycle going? Why can’t my ambition and my faith settle into consistency?

You're creating space for us to interrogate these tensions. I’m grieving hustle culture, but I still want to contribute meaningfully to the world—not at the cost of my soul or my peace.

Sincerely Faded In Faith ,
– Namani, 40

💌 Dear Faded In Faith,

Sis, your spiritual yo‑yoing faith you describe isn’t unusual—it’s often the soul’s way of saying: I need a new rhythm. Think of your spiritual life not as a performance, but as a garden. Some days you bloom; others you wait. That’s not failure—that’s growth. Let your rest and vulnerability become your sacred soil.  

One season of spiritual disconnect doesn’t mean your faith is broken—it might simply be exhausted.  Again, imagine your soul like dry soil that’s in need of watering; your heart isn't hopeless, it’s dehydrated. God is inviting you to rest, not restart.

In short, Faded In Faith: Your spiritual yo‑yo might feel disorienting, but it’s not destiny—it’s signal. Rest isn’t retreat. It’s realignment. And faith isn't fragile—it’s fluid, waiting to be tended. Pause inside God’s rhythm. Heal—not perform. Remember: your value isn’t tied to consistency; it’s anchored in being His beloved—a truth stronger than exhaustion, steadier than ambition. With you in every quiet breath and steady step,

Softly, 

Liberian Jewels