Sometimes I wish I had to ability to drive up to Jesus’ house, knock on his door and ask him a few questions. I’d ask Him to explain why things happen the way that they do. I’d plead with him to show me His perspective. How does this work out in the end?
I know that nothing is beyond the sight of God. Nothing goes unnoticed. Sometimes that brings me peace and other times it frustrates me when I fail to see how He’s moving.
But that’s just the thing about faith. When I see a person standing before me, I don’t need faith to believe that they are there. Faith is born in the moments when I don’t see. I don’t hear. I don’t feel.
In those moments, I have a choice.
Am I going to believe?
Am I going to have faith that just because the air around me feels stale, God is encompassing me?
Am I going to have faith in those moments when the only thing louder than the silence is the beat of my own heart that God is actually working on my behalf?
Will I believe that He who promised is faithful?
I don’t believe that faith denies reality. Faith gives us the ability to look at what feels like a painful reality and say, “you do not define my future.”
Faith is power.
“I remain confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27