I've been on quite the faith journey in recent weeks, though I admit I haven't written much about it until now. I feel like I've been standing on a precipice of sorts, ready to take a big, scary leap into real faith. Tested faith. It should, in theory, but the easiest kind of leap to make. But it's not. It is, in fact, incredibly difficult. But I'm working on it.
Here's the thing. If I believe that the Bible is true and that Jesus and God do not lie, then I should be able to claim the written word of God and own it. Really, truly own it and make it my own. The problem lies within my humanity; my frailty, my weakness, my doubts, my flaws. So instead of relying on ME to own my faith, I've been calling upon the Holy Spirit for help. For belief, for faith, for hope. For all of the things that I run out of on a daily basis. For the flat-out knowledge --not just suspicion, but knowledge-- that what I say I believe is real and true. For the courage to say that things will be all right; not that they may be all right or they will be all right eventually, but that they'll be all right period.
Why? Because Logan deserves that much from his mom. Because it's what's desired of us as people. Because I truly believe --from the tips of my toes clear up to the tippity top of my head-- that God is a God of healing. Because the Holy Spirit gives us the power, through Christ, to move those mountains.
Own it. Believe it for Logan and for the other seemingly insurmountable hurdles in your life. Mark 11:22.
Thank you for praying, for believing, for hoping, for standing firm, for wearing armor and for being here.