wavering

Lately, I’ve found myself with that flittery type of faith. The kind you like to ignore and pretend you’ve still got it rock solid. The kind you don’t like to admit to in public. The kind we all get at times, but think no one else has.

So in light of all that, I’m coming out in the open.

My faith flits.

Groping to find some light, I’ve been reading Psalm 119. How can I not be helped by something so desirous of God and so flittery as well?