Why do I doubt God? Why do I question His goodness and love for me? Why do I act as if I need to “help Him out”? And when I feel like I get it, I mean when I feel like I really GET it, really believe He is God, and that He IS goodness Personified, it’s not long before I’m back to doubting again.
There’s a real short answer to this question: lack of faith. When the rubber meets the road, I don’t believe that He’s good, that He’s Love, that He’s really concerned about me and my tiny life.
Thank God Jesus said it only takes a tiny bit of faith to move mountains. It’s an area where size does not seem to matter. Praise God.
Because I struggle. Daily. I cling tightly to my little mustard seed just to get through the day.
But I cling to it.
I cling to Jesus and what He did for me on the cross, and when He rose again. If I believe He did that, then surely I can believe Him when He says “For I know the thoughts I think toward you…thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” (Jeremiah 29:11)
So I will cling to Jesus. I will take Him at His Word. I say, with the man in Mark 9:24 “Lord I believe! Help my unbelief!”
The Wading Pool 