What is it about the world being rose-colored that cultivates a sense of complacency in your walk with God?
I definitly have cycles...and its not that I think any less of God...its just that...well...I don't know, really.
When I pray, my heart is overflowing with joy and thankfulness for what he's given me. But there isn't this NEED for him that is there when my world is crumbling around me. Of course, I always need him...and this is where the mind comes over the heart in terms of spiritual walk - I KNOW I need him to live. But I don't FEEL like it. Just like in those dark times, I KNOW he loves me and cares about me, but I don't FEEL like it.
It seems that in times of comfort, discipline becomes ever more crucial.