The Death of Doubt
Most people live in self-doubt, it seems the natural way to be. Doubt is the most constant, gnawing weapon the enemy has; it erodes your strength and attacks your dreams. I wish there was a way to kill it, to stop it forever and live free from it.
Unfortunately, no such thing exists. Doubt is a daily, hourly assault that gives no respite. As black as doubt is, it has a fatal weakness: you must pay attention to it before it can grab a hold of you. This is why we walk in faith and hope.
To put doubt to death is a constant thing. We must daily crucify those doubts. We must fight them and defeat them, trusting in something we usually cannot see or feel in those black moments. In doing so, we defy both emotion and logic.
I fight doubt daily, but not because I have great faith in myself or even my future. Those are in God's hands to do with as He wills. I fight daily because I refuse to give up one last hope: he who endures to the end will be rewarded.
Because of this resolve, I am given the grace and strength to continue through a pathless land. There is a plan that God has promised, but it seems distant and unreachable. I trust in it against all common sense, against all reason and emotion, because that is who I am.
I believe.
Unfortunately, no such thing exists. Doubt is a daily, hourly assault that gives no respite. As black as doubt is, it has a fatal weakness: you must pay attention to it before it can grab a hold of you. This is why we walk in faith and hope.
To put doubt to death is a constant thing. We must daily crucify those doubts. We must fight them and defeat them, trusting in something we usually cannot see or feel in those black moments. In doing so, we defy both emotion and logic.
I fight doubt daily, but not because I have great faith in myself or even my future. Those are in God's hands to do with as He wills. I fight daily because I refuse to give up one last hope: he who endures to the end will be rewarded.
Because of this resolve, I am given the grace and strength to continue through a pathless land. There is a plan that God has promised, but it seems distant and unreachable. I trust in it against all common sense, against all reason and emotion, because that is who I am.
I believe.
