Sometimes

(though not all times)
I struggle to hold on
to all the good things
I believe about God.
It is rare I doubt the existence of God.
But,
the goodness of God,
the love,
joy,
peace,
patience,
kindness,
goodness,
faithfulness,
gentleness,
and self-control of God...
somehow that's just harder to believe at times.

So I throw my body around it,
and cling to it,
like a child around her Daddy's leg.

"Yes, I will believe You."