There are days I don't feel like doing as much, but most mornings I run through a litany of prayers and creeds. In my grief, these prayers and creeds remind me what I believe; that God is good and cares for me. Some might say, "Sounds like you're trying to talk yourself into believing in your God."

Yep.

As if you don't utilize creeds to talk yourself into believing in your god?

Everyone uses creeds; some are just unofficial. If you serve the god of money, you tell yourself you’re nothing without money. If you have an abundance of money, you tell yourself things like, "I can do whatever I want with my money. It's mine." Either way, these are just creeds. They become the way you talk yourself into believing in your puny little god of money. If you serve the god of immediate gratification, you'll tell yourself when you access that porn site that it doesn’t hurt anyone. Oh, brother, It’s just a type of creed you use to talk yourself into believing your impotent god. If you serve the god of feeling sorry for yourself, you'll tell everyone how bad life is. Your grumbling and complaining is just a creed to talk yourself into believing your small, diminutive god.

So, yes, my creeds and prayers, among other things, remind me of who I believe in and whom I am trusting. I would die for these prayers and creeds. And in fact, in many ways I am dying for these prayers and creeds, but I look forward to the day when all things will be made new. I believe, I believe, I believe that the Lord is my Shepherd, that He walks with me in and through the valley of the shadow of death and that He is with me. I prayed it this morning. I'll pray it again tomorrow.