Sometimes I wonder if the Lord is truly real. If the still, soft voice in my heart is really Him. If the nudging I feel isn’t just the rhythm of my own heartbeat.
I wonder if the decisions I have made believing with all my heart that I heard from the Lord haven’t been big mistakes. If my small, little life is of any actual concern to him. Do my prayers even move past the four corners of my room? Does he truly understand what it means to live in this world?
And yet, despite these doubts that rear their heads from time to time, I believe deeply that the Lord lives in me.
Sometimes I can’t explain it but after I pray I know the Lord has heard me. And as I spend more time with him, his voice becomes clearer and clearer. So these doubts—day by day, little by little are erased. And when they do come, and they will, I pick up my journal and recount of the faithfulness of the Lord.
Truly, I believe with all of my heart that we must have systems of remembrance. In battle, in the face of trouble, we can sit with the stories of his faithfulness and bask in his goodness.