Faith

I have followed Your instructions as I understand them. But do I understand them? I'm not sure. I feel confident that I understand what I followed today. I don't know where it's supposed to go from here. Still, that tiny voice that I know by the name of Doubt whispers, "But what if you're wrong about what you did today?"

I have no reason to believe that. The way it all played out...it makes no sense any other way, so I only have reasons to be confident. Doubt has been with me so long that, for many years, I could not hear Faith. And when I do hear Faith now, Doubt asks if I'm sure about what I heard.

I once followed a religion that told me Doubt should not be able to speak to me. That if Doubt somehow did manage to speak, Faith would prevent me from hearing it as long as my Faith was strong. But I heard Doubt all the time, so first I thought my Faith was weak and then I thought it didn't exist. A priest of that religion's deity told me their priests and laity believed that and taught it to others, but that it was not what was written in their sacred texts. She showed me where the sacred texts explained to strengthen Faith by listening to Doubt. 

It was too late. I couldn't hear Faith. And it stayed that way until I knew Faith didn't speak to me because she sings to me! 

Your names are woven into what I did today. Your stories are woven in. Your songs are woven in. And, no, I don't know absolutely for certain that I understood exactly what I was meant to do. But I did it with love and devotion, and Faith sang the whole time. So forgive me if I got it wrong, and accept it as me giving You the best I can.