Thanks be to Christ for springing me out of the twilight zone--for the extraordinary measures The Good Shepherd takes to untangle his sheep from the thickets of obscurity and carry us to truth.
Jesus, you are who you say you are. I am who you say I am.
I believe. (Except for the times I collapse in a heap on the floor and wail from a place so painful and desperate and raw that I make sounds only the neighborhood dogs can hear.) In which case, I pray:
"I believe, Lord. Help me with my unbelief!" (Mk 9:24)
And then I believe . . . again.