Such a strong word to be so short…
Perhaps like dynamite…a mighty blast for a small package.
Ironically, doubt works like that too… it needs very little to explode.
Doubt is a dweller…
Doubt dwells… waiting for a time to sneak in and remind me.
Past failures, current-strife’s, never-has-been’s, and never-will-be’s.
Doubt is definitely of the devil. No glorifying persona.
Doubt is that little lie that is told over and over whether it begins in my heart or in my mind I’m not sure… but it doesn’t stop at its root… it spreads like monkey grass… or a wild fire.
And oh how my flesh loves to fan that flame… the world pours on the kerosene…
Doubt really is a huge weakness of mine.
If I could learn to not let doubt dwell…rising above the occasionally doubt might not be so hard… winning the constant every day every minute battle of doubting is a never ending battle.
Lord, may I focus on victory through your son Jesus. May I dwell in Your mighty power, your everlasting reign.
Then, when doubt appears not from a dwelling place in me but from a fallen place may I rise to the battle and share your peace.