I feel as if I am a rational or logical person, yet when it comes to faith, I act in the most illogical ways. Is this a picture of my inability to believe, the death that comes from my unbelief, or it it somehow a portrait of faith, the nature of the beast or perhaps the lamb? Who is to say anymore? I wish I could soften my heart to hear the voice.
Sometimes I have nothing but doubt, wrapped in hope, overshadowed by fear. And I should know better...
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