Who are You? Who am I?

I am divine, for there is no part of me that You are not present in.

But who am I? And who are You?

I am certain of Your presence in the world, yet I sometimes question Your existence. I am certain of the logic of my own divinity, yet I see myself as too broken and flawed to be worthy of anything.

There are storms gathering, Mother. I find shelter in recognizing that they may be Your storms. Even if they aren't, I know I can find shelter in Your embrace.

And still...I question. I doubt. I doubt myself. My doubts about You are actually me doubting myself. There is a voice inside of me that whispers, "When you doubt Her, turn to your faith in Her." It is so confusing! I normally either run from things that are confusing, or I analyze them until they cannot confuse me anymore. With You...I just get lost in the confusion. And it's not a bad thing. I know I am safe. I know You will illuminate the paths, open the gates, and guide me when it is time.

And still...I question. I doubt. I seek to understand what I know cannot be understood. It does not cause me misery. Other things cause misery and grief. You give me shelter.

I pray that they are Your storms.