I have two things on my mind. Okay, probably more than two and that’s a stretch some days. The first thing is about belief. The second thing is about our story. Not the story of you and me. Your story, my story, everybody’s story. We all have our histories and experiences that makeup who we are now and how we got to be who we are now. These two things are related. What we believe about ourselves and who we are. I once gave a sermon about two twins. They had the same family and the same things happened to them. But the mother loved one and didn’t love the other one. As they became men, one had the belief that he was successful and felt loved and confident. The other one, the one not loved, grew up feeling less than others, not all that valuable, and afraid of being rejected. He grew up thinking that he was not good enough to succeed. Same genes, same parents, different beliefs. There are many examples like this …