Help My Unbelief

“Have mercy on us and help us, if you can.”

“What do you mean, ‘If I can’?” Jesus asked. “Anything is possible if a person believes.”

The father instantly cried out, “I do believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!”

I can get so frustrated with myself for relating to this father in Mark 9:24 so deeply. I’ve seen miracles, y’all. I am one. My four- year- old I was never supposed to be able to birth is one. But even though I see a miracle every time I look in the mirror and when I look at my little twin, I still tend to forget just how good God is. Just how trustworthy he is. Just how big.

I am currently at this place of such a deep- rooted brain rut that I am having a hard time seeing anything good as good. I am struggling hard to trust in whatever plan God has in giving us our baby. I’m in a rut, I am calling myself out on it and I am determined to get out.

God has done the impossible time and time again in my life. Every scar on my body has such a beautiful story about how God showed his grandness in keeping me breathing.

I see his power daily, but somewhere along the way I stopped believing it.

As of today, we have 79 days left of 2019. Seventy- nine days before a brand- new decade begins. I don’t know about you, but I want to take full advantage of every single day. I want to begin the new year fresh and full, instead of tired and grasping for some kind of a “new decade hope.”

So, here’s to the beginning of believing again. Here’s to doing things that actually fill me up, recharge, challenge, and affirm the goodness of this life my Creator blessed me with.