Honestly some days I just don’t feel like it
Praying feels repetitive
The Bible looks too heavy to open
Too intimidating to read
Too clean for my dirty hands
Some days I don’t feel on fire for God
Instead, drenched in doubt
Swimming through the motions
drowning every time a storm hits
But some how I get pulled back to the surface at the last second
Right before the air runs out of my lungs
I wake up to faith breathing hope back into me
Faith saves me
Faith breathes hope back into me
Faith drys off the doubt