I love doubt. Doubt makes things that are not real, real. Doubt is also the reason for the most painful times of my life. I hate doubt because it separates me from God.
Do I love doubt, or do I hate doubt? Does it matter? Of course it matters. Of course it doesn’t matter. Too many questions. Too many more answers.
Honestly, I love doubt inside myself and hate it inside those I feel apart from. That last statement was true, except for the first part.
I don’t believe that most people need me to explain to them the value of doubt, or maybe they do, but I’m not going to.
It is a depressing subject.
Doubt is a temporary state and it does not help us to dwell on it. It has value in the letting go of it.
I do not value doubt, not right now. Right now, I value faith. Right now, I value the realness of the human God who is with me and protecting me on all sides. Right now, I value that there is NO doubt inside me, and this is the place I have always longed to be.
I don’t doubt that doubt has helped me. I don’t doubt that doubt is necessary, but, please, for this moment know that God is real. There is no doubt.