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Doubt your Doubts before you Doubt your Faith

I can imagine that a lot of people contemplate their lives in places such as a car, the shower, on walks, or anywhere where the sense of being alone overcomes the feeling of belonging. Things happen in our lives that we can't control and that's a heavy burden that makes the world feel like it is hanging on our shoulders. We always hope for the best and we always mentally tell ourselves that when we wake up in the morning that everything will be better. Then you wake up and the reality hits that things are still the same and the things you wished that would change haven't changed at all. Where do you go from here? You may feel lost, you may feel confused, and you may feel angry. You'll hope for someone to confide in and that by telling everything to someone you'll feel better. Then you realize that there really is no one who you can talk to who will understand and the child-like need for a simple hug becomes stronger. I know I'm not the only one who has felt the sting of the deepest wound. I know I am not the only one who has ever felt like this. To myself and anyone else there is something I can promise you. You are never walking your path of life alone. You may feel like you are the only one in the world who is going through what you're going through, but you're not. There are billions of people in this world. Billions of souls who seek for peace, billions of hearts that have been broken, billions of tears that have been shed, and billions of people who can feel just like you. If that's not comforting enough for you, remember the one true God who sent his Son to this world to die for all of us. He died for the souls, He died for the hearts, He died for the tears, and He died for billions of people who can feel. You are never alone. I have a testimony that God lives and that he loves us. I know that dark times will come but if you "doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith" that you can make it through anything.


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