"Messy Faith: Wrestling with Doubts and Growing in Trust"

In the depths of a heart, a battle unfurls,

Where doubts and faith, like swirling whirls,

Converge and collide in a tangled embrace,

A dance of questions in a sacred space.

Oh, the wrestling within, a stormy sea,

As doubts arise, questioning, "Can it be?"

Yet, in this struggle, a chance to grow,

To strengthen roots, our faith to sow.

Through doubt's embrace, our faith is tried,

In shadows and light, we walk beside,

But fear not, dear soul, for in this quest,

A deeper trust in God we'll manifest.

In Psalms, the psalmist's heart did cry,

"O Lord, how long? Answer me, oh why?"

A prayer of doubt, of raw honesty,

In wrestling, our faith is set free.

And Thomas, doubting, in the upper room,

"Unless I see His hands, this doubt consumes."

But Jesus appeared, His wounds displayed,

"Doubt no more, my child, your faith remade."

So, when doubts assail, and fears descend,

Know this journey, you're not alone, my friend.

For in the wrestling, we find the way,

To trust in God's guidance, come what may.

Through doubt's embrace, we're made aware,

Of God's presence, His love, beyond compare.

For in the struggle, our hearts refine,

And deeper faith, like stars, will shine.

So let us not fear the wrestling bout,

But embrace the doubts, both big and small,

For in this messiness, we'll find the key,

To a faith that's real, authentic, and free.

In this journey, doubts will come and go,

Yet through the wrestling, our faith will grow.

With every question, a chance to trust,

In God's unwavering love, we'll adjust.

So wrestle on, dear soul, don't be afraid,

For in the messiness, trust is made.

Embrace the doubts, and you will find,

A faith that's steadfast, a heart aligned.

With every struggle, a deeper hue,

Of faith, unshaken, tried and true.

In the mess of doubts, we'll come to see,

The beauty of a faith, authentic and free.