Faith is both believing for what He has promised that we cannot yet see AND the leaning in to learn more about who He is. It is resting and wrestling, for our God isn’t put off by our questions and doubts. He loves the process of helping us forward, the grit and sweat of seeking Him, the hunger in wanting to know Him. There is so much to discover, and my hunch is that one of His delights is in those who keep exploring what more it means to walk with Him. (There’s always more.)
Faith isn’t complacency and setting aside our mind, though waiting is often part of the process as we trust Him in the “yes”, “no”, or “later.” It is the reaching out of a body who has been bleeding for twelve years and hasn’t lost hope that there was an answer and knows where it is. It is the struggle of a man fighting all night for a blessing for his family, even if it caused a limp for the rest of his life that reminded him of the reward he’d won by pressing through. It is a simple guy listening to the on-going laughter of the town’s crowds as he built a massive boat nowhere near a lake and was assured he’d heard truth and care when the raindrops began to fall and accumulate into puddles and deep pools. It is a distracted king whose opened eyes and rent heart moved him to run back to the holy kindness of his Father, confessing his sin and being restored. God loves hearts after His.
Faith isn’t just pillows and pudding, it is plows and persevering too. Jesus showed us the deepest faith in Gethsemane. It was blood, sweat, and tears, and trusting and obeying anyway.
Photograph from morguefile.com by GaborfromHungary
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