Compelled to Confess

I was compelled to confess this week.  Not my sin but my affirmation.  This confession was not given as if to convince myself, rather it welled up within me until I burst with belief.

I believe God is who he says he is; and he is good.

I believe my children are who he says they are; his beloved.

I believe my wife and I are who he says we are; his children.

I believe the power of death is great and certain; but there is a power still greater.

I believe the resurrection has the last word and it will be spoken forever.