I believe in you–have faith you will succeed, will carry through. I believe God can, will, and does bless you.
But I have trouble believing for me.
I have trouble believing in me. I know you can do it; I just don’t know that I can. If you have a need, I can pray prayers that will bring the glory down. But for myself? For me, my faith is a frail thing. It’s small–smaller than a grain of mustard seed.
I don’t know how to pray for myself anyhow, relying upon recorded prayers. Trusting that God will hear my tongue-tied heart. I don’t know what to ask for.
Oh, I believe you’re worthy, my friend.
But maybe I know my own dark heart too well to even dare to dream that God will bless me? I’m not worthy…
Lord, I believe; help Thou my unbelief.
Give me the faith to believe for me.
Have you ever been there, friend?