“Without faith it is impossible to please God.” - Hebrews 12:something.
I mostly find myself aligned with King David asking questions like “WHERE ARE YOU?” only to hear the echo of my own voice off of empty church pews. My prayers turn angry and insistent. I plead my case to the creator of the universe.
I have no other options. In my unbelief, I must insist that He hear me.
This is the only expression of faith I can muster during seasons of doubt. Questioning the Almighty is not what I recommend to most people, but He made us this way. Surely He is bigger than my questions. So I question away. Why this? Why that? Where? When? Who ARE YOU?
Brief belief is mine, but I want to live in faith. I want it to run out of my mouth and sweeten the words in my rooms. I long to be a man of great faith.
God help my unbelief. Help me please you. Amen.
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