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Mark 9:

19 Jesus said to them, “You faithless people! How long must I be with you? How long must I put up with you? Bring the boy to me.”
20 So they brought the boy. But when the evil spirit saw Jesus, it threw the child into a violent convulsion, and he fell to the ground, writhing and foaming at the mouth.
21 “How long has this been happening?” Jesus asked the boy’s father.
He replied, “Since he was a little boy. 22 The spirit often throws him into the fire or into water, trying to kill him. Have mercy on us and help us, if you can.”
23 “What do you mean, ‘If I can’?” Jesus asked. “Anything is possible if a person believes.”
24 The father instantly cried out, “I do believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!”

...“I do believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!”

There's something about this passage that resonates in me every time. I tend to be the type that likes to convince myself that I'm strong enough. I think that often, this carries over into the way I interact with God. What I love SO much about the man in this passage is the fact that he's real, shamelessly honesty, and humble enough to admit that he's incapable . I'm so self determined at times that I feel I have to be the one to work up the strength and courage to trust Him or even just to understand Him. Yet, that's such a twisted way of thinking. I know that it's our choice whether or not we do, but I also know that on my own strength I'm going to fall on my face. I don't want to wear a mask. I'm thankful that God can see me even when I do, but I want to rid myself of it all together. It's such a freeing thought to think that we can ask Him to help us overcome are humanness and doubt and that He's more than willing to meet us where we're at.