For the last while, I’d characterized my faith as more doubt-filled than faith-filled. Lord I believe, help my unbelief endlessly echos in my brain and passes my lips. Thank God He’s the Author, Perfecter, and Keeper of me and all my faith and doubt.
Kept By God from The Valley of Vision
Thou Creator, Upholder, Proprietor of all things, I cannot escape from thy presence or control, nor do I desire to do so.
My privilege is to be under the agency of omnipotence, righteousness, wisdom, patience, mercy grace.
Thou art love with more than parental affection; I admire thy heart, adore thy wisdom, stand in awe of thy power, abase myself before thy purity.
It is the discovery of thy goodness alone that can banish my fear, allure me into thy presence, help me to bewail and confess my sins.
When I review my past guilt and am conscious of my present unworthiness I tremble to come to thee, I whose foundation is in the dust, I who have condemned thy goodness, defied they power, trampled upon thy love, rendered myself worthy of eternal death.
But my recovery cannot spring from any cause in me, I can destroy but cannot save myself.
Yet thou has laid help on One that is mighty, for there is mercy with thee, and exceeding riches in thy kindness through Jesus.
May I always feel my need of him.
Let thy restored joy be my strength; may it keep me from lusting after the world, bear up heart and mind in loss of comforts, enliven me in the valley of death, work in me the image of the heavenly, and give me to enjoy the first fruits of spirituality, such as angels and departed saints know.