Faith

There are times when I question my faith. I do, at times, question God's goodness, and I do, at times, wonder if faith in God is all hogwash and it's all something that's made up. It terrifies me that I have occasional doubt. Then, I pray. I be quiet. I listen. And God answers. I tend to play things around in my head over and over. I talk about things and try to figure things out on my own when I should be turning it over to God. Sure enough, when I do turn it over to Him and just listen, he answers me in that time of stillness. How do I know it's Him? Because honestly I'm not smart enough to come up with the kind of answers he gives me. So how do I know, even in times of doubt, that I really do have faith? Because I choose to live every day, form every thought, articulate every word in a way that pleases Him. Of course, I fail every day in my actions, thoughts, and speech because I'm a sinner but I wake up each day and try again. If I didn't have faith, why would I spend so much time trying to please Him? That's the answer I needed, proof that I do have faith.