I believe that God is sovereign. He is king.
I believe that God formed me. He knows my name.
I believe Jesus is Messiah. He is coming again.
Yes, I believe all scripture is God-breathed.
In the early hours when I am left alone with my thoughts, I ramble around my brain like an old familiar house and old friends call to me from the forgotten dusty corners of my mind.
I am useless.
I know the scriptures. I am His workmanship. I am created in His image. I am so loved that He sent His only Son to die for me. Yet I continue to dwell in the secret passageways where these things are not true. In the hidden hallways, where no one can see me, I listen to the old voices. And I cry.
Lord, I believe. Help me with my unbelief!