I can still remember first going to youth group. I can remember hearing them speak of God and Jesus and Truth. I was 14 and immediately believed. In spite of the road I traveled, I never stopped believing. I wasn’t entirely ready to devote myself to a response in grace but I knew God had my best interest at heart. When I had my daughter Madi, I knew God had a hand in her creation. When I stood in the back of a church and mourned the death of our beautiful 3-year-old cousin, I knew God had a bigger plan than what I did. Everywhere I look I can see the fingerprints of our Creator.
It is a hard life lesson to learn that not everyone believes in the same way. Faith doesn’t come to each of us in the same form. Just as differently as He made our eyes, our hair and our noses, He made each of us different in our responses in faith. It is hard for me to understand how someone can’t see the majesty of God when they stand on the top of a mountain or in the sand beside the raging ocean. I have come to realize that the creativity He uses in the world around us is the same in the people we share this life with. My husbands faith, though very different from my own, is beautiful and just as real.
Hebrews 1-3(msg)The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It’s our handle on what we can’t see. The act of faith is what distinguished our ancestors, set them above the crowd.
By faith, we see the world called into existence by God’s word, what we see created by what we don’t see.
What does your faith look like? Do you have an abundance? Do you pray constantly for more belief? Do you look first at facts? Do you do everything within your own power before you trust God to help you out?