belief.

I began to worry.
Thoughts began to tumult inside my head like a ship being tossed around by the sea.
This is not me.
So I pray.
I ask God to take this doubt and worry
and transform for his glory.
For when I doubt I am telling God
I don’t believe you are who you say you are,
or that you will do what you have promised.
It is selfishness, a slap in God’s face.
And to think it is I who am blessed?!
When others in this world have nothing and I have so much,
yet I find myself worrying.
Well to hell with the worrying.
God.
I believe.
You are steadfast
in love
in mercy
and in grace.
You will provide.
So I will do my part
and rest knowing that I am in your hands.
After all, I am just a man…
You are God.