Dear Doubt, We Are Done.
I know we have had a long relationship, but it’s over. It’s not me, it’s you. You have hurt my relationship with the Father for far to long, it’s time for you to go.
I know that you will still follow me, but I have chosen to not accept you again. I choose life and life more abundant. Even though your presence will still whisper in my ear, my feet will stand firm in worship. I am sick and tired of being the one who needs to see the scars, or the one who doubts before you ascend. I have far to long been the one behind the bench talking to your walking miracles, questioning them in vain. No more, you have stolen my joy for the last time. My soul has found new life in rejoicing in His great works.
I have chosen not to write you a letter of separation, but I have chosen to make you watch as I write a love letter to The One replacing you. You will sit and watch as I find joy where you have always stolen mine.
So Father, I choose to love You when things are well and my path is straight. I choose to seek You when I fall short of your glory. I choose to trust You as the storms surround me and shake my very core. I choose to have faith in You before the mud is washed away from redeemed eyes. I choose to rejoice as my life is torn till it’s bones are introduced to oxygen. I choose to exalt You as those around me leave me for dead. I choose to rest in You before the dawning of the third day. And yes when the morning comes, I choose to believe, because doubt has not captured my heart like you have.
Yours forever,
Eric
