One of my favorite Bible statements is, Lord, I believe...help me my unbelief. I do not know where it is in the Bible, but I know (or think!) it is there.
I do believe. I have experienced honest miracles that prove to my doubting mind that God is alive and well in my heart and soul.
Yet, if an ego-dreaded something-something popped into my mind right this instant, my first thought would not be of peace, love and joy. It would be akin to the old, "Oh no, Mr. Bill!" Here's the good news: I no longer mentally slap me upside the head for doubting for it is that fearful thought that will turn me, with relief, to the Father within.
It might be more wonderful if I could shortcut my route and go directly to God, but since I have not yet perfected that, I'm glad I know to turn away from self as soon as I do. Here's a discovery: Giving myself permission to not be perfect cuts the lag time to getting it right...not perfect, just right.
I think I started out here wondering why I can and do believe, yet don't live that without fail...or at least without hesitation. I think I answered my question. Ha! Who's kidding whom? Once again, God leads the way.
Lord, I believe...help me my unbelief.
Thank you.
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