Doubt isn’t a death sentence. ✨ Right now, I’m in a season of intense crushing. 💔 I’ve walked through valleys with God before, but not like this one. And not long ago, in the stillness of my spirit, I heard a promise from God—a promise so stunning that it stopped me in my tracks. 🌄 Maybe you’ve had a moment like that, where you wonder, Where did that even come from? I wasn’t praying for it, I wasn’t even thinking along those lines, and let’s be real—Satan isn’t in the business of making beautiful promises. That left only one explanation: this impossible, breathtaking promise came from God. ✝️ But I didn’t immediately rejoice. If anything, I wrestled with it. Oh, I wrestled. I asked for confirmation more times than I’d like to admit—think Jacob-level wrestling but with a side of questioning everything. 😅 Eventually, it became abundantly clear that this word was from the Lord. It wasn’t my imagination. It wasn’t wishful thinking. It was Him. 🙌 So why wasn’t I overjoyed? The truth? I didn’t believe Him. Not fully. I found myself staring at the waves instead of the promise—the hurt, the pain, the dysfunction. The impossible mountain in front of me. 🏔️ My heart whispered, God, I know You CAN, but I don’t know that I believe You WILL. It sounded spiritual in my head, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t faith—it was doubt. And that doubt started to spiral. I beat myself up for not having enough faith to trust Him for what seemed impossible—even though I’ve seen Him do the same impossible for others. 😔 It reminded me of Thomas, who we so unfairly call “Doubting Thomas.” He knew Jesus COULD rise from the dead, but he refused to believe it until he saw proof. We judge him so harshly, don’t we? As if we’d be any different in his shoes. 😏 And I wish I could tell you that reading Thomas’ story snapped me out of my doubt. It didn’t. But it did remind me of something hopeful: doubt isn’t a death sentence. 🌟 My doubt isn’t going to stop God’s promise from coming to pass. 🙏 Thomas’ doubt didn’t stop Jesus from appearing to him. Zechariah’s scoffing didn’t stop John the Baptist from being born. Sarah’s laughter didn’t cancel the promise of Isaac. God is good because He is God. ❤️ His faithfulness doesn’t depend on my faith. So if you’re in a season like mine—holding your situation in one hand and His promise in the other, wondering, How could this possibly happen?—I want to invite you to join me in a simple but powerful prayer from Mark 9:24: "Lord, I believe; help my unbelief." 🙌 Because here’s the truth: God doesn’t need perfect faith to move mountains. 🪨 He just needs you to trust Him enough to bring your doubt to Him. And He will meet you there. Every time. 💕
Kris Reece
Doubt isn’t a death sentence. ✨
Right now, I’m in a season of intense crushing. 💔 I’ve walked through valleys with God before, but not like this one.
And not long ago, in the stillness of my spirit, I heard a promise from God—a promise so stunning that it stopped me in my tracks. 🌄
Maybe you’ve had a moment like that, where you wonder, Where did that even come from? I wasn’t praying for it, I wasn’t even thinking along those lines, and let’s be real—Satan isn’t in the business of making beautiful promises. That left only one explanation: this impossible, breathtaking promise came from God. ✝️
But I didn’t immediately rejoice. If anything, I wrestled with it. Oh, I wrestled. I asked for confirmation more times than I’d like to admit—think Jacob-level wrestling but with a side of questioning everything. 😅
Eventually, it became abundantly clear that this word was from the Lord. It wasn’t my imagination. It wasn’t wishful thinking. It was Him. 🙌
So why wasn’t I overjoyed?
The truth? I didn’t believe Him.
Not fully. I found myself staring at the waves instead of the promise—the hurt, the pain, the dysfunction. The impossible mountain in front of me. 🏔️
My heart whispered, God, I know You CAN, but I don’t know that I believe You WILL.
It sounded spiritual in my head, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t faith—it was doubt.
And that doubt started to spiral. I beat myself up for not having enough faith to trust Him for what seemed impossible—even though I’ve seen Him do the same impossible for others. 😔
It reminded me of Thomas, who we so unfairly call “Doubting Thomas.” He knew Jesus COULD rise from the dead, but he refused to believe it until he saw proof.
We judge him so harshly, don’t we? As if we’d be any different in his shoes. 😏
And I wish I could tell you that reading Thomas’ story snapped me out of my doubt. It didn’t. But it did remind me of something hopeful: doubt isn’t a death sentence. 🌟
My doubt isn’t going to stop God’s promise from coming to pass. 🙏 Thomas’ doubt didn’t stop Jesus from appearing to him. Zechariah’s scoffing didn’t stop John the Baptist from being born. Sarah’s laughter didn’t cancel the promise of Isaac.
God is good because He is God. ❤️ His faithfulness doesn’t depend on my faith.
So if you’re in a season like mine—holding your situation in one hand and His promise in the other, wondering, How could this possibly happen?—I want to invite you to join me in a simple but powerful prayer from Mark 9:24:
"Lord, I believe; help my unbelief." 🙌
Because here’s the truth: God doesn’t need perfect faith to move mountains. 🪨 He just needs you to trust Him enough to bring your doubt to Him. And He will meet you there. Every time. 💕
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