Extremely well put.
Though difficult enough for some of us with different sorts of Daddys in our childhood . . . to wrap our trust around.
Sigh.
"Old man" [Pauline sense, NOT in sense of father ;-) ] doesn't trust, sits around and grumbles in his Marguerita.
God grants faith to us, and other graces.
We don't feel like it. We feel like the same jerk we always were (only our joints hurt more now.)
God says, "Who you gonna believe, me or your lying eyes? I say you are my precious child, my son. Whaddya gonna do NOW, wise guy?"
So, we take a leaf out of God's book and impute to ourselves the faith we don't feel like we have, the faith we don't find in ourselves. Yeah, we feel as we feel, and we can learn from that. But we DO as God gives us to do. Sometimes it's almost like saying, "Let's pretend. Let's pretend I can do what God wants me to do, trust as God wants me to trust. Why then I'd do such and such. So I'll just go do such and such, and let God take care of my crappy flawed intentions and feelings."
FWIW