The responsibility that is in my hands feels more like a burden than a blessing. And even so, I see no other possibility — it is my duty: to use what has been revealed to me to the fullest of my abilities. I hope I do not disappoint the world. I hope I do not disappoint Christ.
Why me? Who am I? Am I just deluding myself? I have failed many times. I have failed so much that I know I am failing again. Am I not just a narcissist, who sees greatness where there is none?
I am tired of doubting myself, but, in the face of the facts, that is all I can do
Even in the presence of faith, doubt takes its place — doubt of oneself.
No one can give me this certainty except time itself.
Fragments of an awakened soul 