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Help my unbelief

I miss writing here, yet the sheer volume of what I'd need to write to "catch up" is staggering and grows by the minute. There's no solution, only diving in and doing the thing with hopes of returning to form or finding a new rhythm.

The past couple of months have been brimmingly full, including a lovely trip to Scotland with barlow_girl in March, where we had the pleasure of meeting islandboy, kari_w, and laura_w. There are pictures and stories, of course, but digging them up is more effort than I'm up for just now—suffice it to say that we had a great time and would love to return. Much of the rest of the interim has been the marathon that is Lent while working in the church while trying to navigate unexpectedly rough waters in other parts of our lives. We're pretty tired, confused, and sad, yet we have the hope of knowing that our identities are secure in Christ rather than determined by our circumstances. He is the one who tells us what we're worth, and anyone else's assessment, right or wrong, is ultimately of little consequence. It's freeing when we remember, but we've needed to remember and be reminded in spite of a lot of other stuff, which is just plain hard after a while.

Lent is a great occasion for this kind of remembrance. Our pastors have been preaching along the theme "Help My Unbelief" through Lent, and that's very much been the cry of my heart in my better moments. There's less and less to believe in other than Christ and Him crucified, much as I might desire the comfort of something else to lean on. Even things virtuous and close to our Lord aren't Him, and perhaps there are seasons when He strips away the good with the bad, leaving only Himself. Not that my life is stripped bare in the least, but I'm still surprised by what He may choose to take away. I must come to grips with the fact that, whatever others may intend or whatever I may feel, He gets to do that (He is sovereign) and that He will work all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

That's faith. Help my unbelief indeed, Lord, because You alone are sovereign and good.


I find life unbearable lately, but Christ as true as ever. I keep being faked out in life. People say a lot of things and I believe them. How not to become cynical?
I wish I had the answer. At least (sometimes) I'm learning to be quiet(er) until God gives me the faith I need to not be cynical. Talking can often fuel the wrong fires for me. But I also regularly wish others would say less—that might make me less cynical, too.

Sorry life is unbearable, though I'm glad the unbearable parts aren't the ones that will last in the end. I'm glad Christ is true.
I cope by making sense of things to myself. If I can't, the suffering is great. It's rare, but I know the dreaded pain.

I wish I could find the lesson or purpose.
You don't post much, but when you do, it's like a tiny nugget of awesomeness that just....flows, smooth as silk.

Thank you.