I don’t believe it.
That’s the problem.
I believe in the pursuit of happiness on my terms.
I believe my broken cisterns will satisfy.

The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent.
    to believe that his living water really does satisfy
    to believe that his word is really more sustaining than food
    to believe that his Word is really to be feasted–even gorged–upon
And that my broken cisterns will never satisfy
    worse–that he will give me over to them
    worse–that they end in death

That’s the Problem.
I want to believe it.
Or do I?
The struggle is real
    truly this struggle is not against flesh and blood

God, help my unbelief…

As I feast at the table of your Word,
install your wisdom within my heart.

Thank you.