It's time to drop the cynicism. We've given it a fancy name, but it's really only an intellectualized word for unbelief. And it is a poison, saturating our veins and crippling our bones.
Where is your child-like faith, sons and daughters of the King? Have you so quickly become weary of doing good?
We blame it on our environment. We blame it on the music. We blame it on the people. We blame it on the lack of results. And it causes me to wonder: Since when have our circumstances weighed heavier than the promises of God?
Since you tried to accomplish My promises in your own strength, His voice answers me.
Dear children, Daddy wants to lift us up on His shoulders, miles above these mountains. He is waiting for someone who is unafraid to believe. Someone who doesn't expect to fail as they take that first step onto the ocean's churning surface. Someone like you.
Only, give Him your doubt. That jaded look in your eye. That voice in the back of your mind that whispers impossible. Rebuke the lies, and let His truth set you free.
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