Oh, you of little faith. My heart sighs whenever I see someone who says they are Christian, My disciple, My Child, but then they denounce Me by their words or actions. Oh, you of little faith. How I long to give you Truth. How I long for you to stand on something solid, foundational. How I long for you to see the contradiction you live in. How I long for your eyes to be opened so that you may see. How I long for your ears to hear what I hear. How I long for your heart to be bonded to Me. How I long for My mind to be in you. Will I find faith when I return? Oh you of little faith. Seek Me while I may be found, for a time is coming when you will find Me no more.