This last season has been full of hard.  The dark kind of hard.  Loss of friends hard.  Marriage hard. Moving three times in four months hard.  Insecurity hard.  Finding purpose hard.  Questioning it all. Hard. In this and other seasons of hard, I also have doubts.  And as I process through these doubts in my faith, I recognize I’m rarely doubting if the gospel (the reality of Jesus as the mediator and savior who came to reconcile God to man) is true, but if I am wanting to and willing to live as though it is true. And not in …