Luke 8:26 "Where is your faith?" he asked his disciples

I am dumbfounded. Tears streak my eyes. I am fifteen years old and I have been in the Holy Convent of Mary Magdelene since I was twelve, the earliest day they would admit me, my father bringing me to the door and paying dowry in the time-honoured way. I was desperate to be a nun. A surefire way to heaven, I believed. Now, here I am, three years later, and the abbess is mounting a campaign against me, my father is too powerful to have friends in all the right places, he has enemies and those who wish to curb his influence, they have taken a dislike to him and have put pressure on her to refuse his daughter. It should be the day of my vows, but they have been postponed.And the worst of it is that she is right, the question she asks is apt, even if her reasons and motivations are clouded. "Where is your faith?" If I had true faith, I think, this setback would not upset me, I would leave this convent with the same joy with which I entered it three years before. I would know that God was in His heaven, and all was well with His world, and that the minor setbacks that I encountered were nothing besides the glory and heavenly splendour of his world.