Blessed be the Lord, my rock.
Who trains my arms for battle.
I wish I could open this spiritual lock.
That I was of more robust mettle.

I find faith so difficult.
I wonder if I really believe.
Then something clicks , maybe even in default.
I understand then , I receive.

I can read the Gospel.
And then nothing.
And then by chance , a word and I can tell,
That this is everything.

So I keep trying.
And receiving.

…….

Blessed be the Lord
My rock trains me for battle
And I start again.

…….

See Psalm 143