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My heart is as heavy as my head on the pillow. Tears flow down my cheeks and I wish that somehow they could wash me clean. Sobs are wrenched from deep inside me. My body is limp. Doubt has stolen my mind from me. I must wage war to get it back. But I am weak. And nothing I can do will make me victor. But there is One, who is stronger than I. He has offered to fight my battle for me. Sobs have exhausted my weak frame, so I accept His offer. I could never have imagined the extent of the battle. He is dead. I saw Doubt and his accomplices nail Him to a rough wooden cross, and then shove a spear in His side. Horrible, horrible sight. Nails are useful. For paper and houses perhaps... but certainly not for warm, living flesh. Doubt believes he has won, and celebrates by filling my mind with his lies. My pillow is wet now, and I toss it to the ground.
Suddenly, my mind is clear! I see Doubts lies as they are... lies. I lift up my head to see Doubt crippled on my bedroom floor. My Champion is alive! His promise to rid me of my enemies was faithfully carried out. I can hardly bear to think of the cost. My joy is great, He has conquered! My bed is a delightful place just now. In my happiness I jump up and down upon it. And in my gratefulness, I kneel beside it. My Champion is scarred for eternity. But in His selflessness, He has erased the scars of doubt from my heart.