Again, it's been too long. I just want to post the lyrics to a singer that I've rediscovered over the past couple of days. Nichole Nordeman seems to express my thoughts better than I do.

"Help Me Believe"

Take me back to the time
When I was maybe eight or nine
An I believed When Jesus walked on waters blue
And if He helped me I could too
If I believed
Before rationale, analysis and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity
When wonders and when mysteries
Were far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies

Help me believe
'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see
Much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
to touch an angel's wing
And I would be free
Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountains move
A burning bush that spoke for You
Was good enough
When manna fell from heavens high
Just because You told the sky to open up
Am I too wise to recognize that everything uncertain
Is certainly a possibility
When logic fails my reasoning
And science crushes underneath
The weight of all that is unseen
When someone else's education
Plays upon my reservations
I'm the first to cave
I'm the first to bleed
If I abandoned all that seeks
To make my faith informed and chic
Could you
Would you
Show yourself to me?

Help me believe
'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see
Much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch an angel's wing
And I would be free
Help me believe