I came to know Jesus in 2002. He had chased after me for years, going 99% of the way to my heart. I finally stopped running and took the 1% leap into His arms. I would love to say that everything has been smooth sailing from that moment on, but that wouldn't be the truth.
I have experienced the transforming power of Jesus in my life, I have felt His overwhelming peace during the hardest times, I have even felt His physical presence once after a car accident that almost took my life.
I know Jesus is real.
But sometimes, I have to confess my unbelief. Sometimes I find myself so deep in a pit of grief or anxiety or frustration that I turn my back on the God who saved me. I pour out my anger on the One who took my sin upon His shoulders. Some days my faith feels as fragile as a house of cards.
I have yelled at God so loud that I thought for sure He would be done with me.
His grace always finds me. The God who made the universe made me. He knows my inmost being. He knows my thoughts and feelings, and none of this is a surprise to Him.
When I cry out, "God! I believe! Help my unbelief!" He hears me. He hasn't gone anywhere, and He will never be done with me.
When you find yourself struggling, confess it all to God. Even the ugly stuff. He will never leave you. He will never forsake you. His grace will always find you.