I believe You, God.
I have always believed You – 
about what my purpose here is.
It has lived in me
as far back as I can remember 
breathing.
The enemy has denied it  
in every way possible – 
twisting it into a chaotic mess
of dysfunctional starts and 
hardened halts – 
procrastination my default. 
And yet, 
I still believe it is mine – 
purposed by You.
How now, God,
do I move from that belief enough
to let go of it
and trust You to make it happen?