There is an unnamed man in the New Testament that I feel I am a kindred spirit to.  You read his story in Mark 9, where this desperate father brings his child, his son, to Jesus' closest followers, asking that they heal him.  When they are unable to do so, the father turns to Jesus and begs him to have pity on them and help them, if he can. "'If you can'?" asks Jesus. "Everything is possible for him who believes."  At once the father blurts out what I have found myself so often feeling: "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!"