When I heard the news of Michelle Duggar's 20th pregnancy, I took pause and reserved judgment as I contemplated her family's life of faith. While I'm not certain that their interpretation of the scriptures is entirely sound, I do have a great respect for the way they put their faith in God. It looks completely insane to most onlookers, but it's an admirable example of faith in action.
And then I wondered: Is it possible for me to live that kind of life of faith? Is it truly possible for me to embrace the healing scriptures, to own them, to truly believe that my faith --my deeply flawed, purely human faith-- can move mountains? It's hard to believe in something we cannot see. It goes against every human inclination, every need to have proof and evidence. And it's scary to put yourself out there.
I've repeatedly fallen short of making the grand proclamation that my heart so badly wants to make. Every time my fingers start to graze the keyboard, a voice whispers but what if you're wrong? What if God doesn't show up this time? And it stops me. And I retreat.
But not this morning. No, this morning I'm going to make the declaration, realizing that the road of faith is filled with potholes large and wide enough to swallow strings of passenger airliners.
Logan will be healed. The mountains will move. He will grow up with his siblings and have a huge impact on this world as an adult. The enemy will try to stop all of that, but God is bigger. And you know what? God will show up, because He always does.
Can I get an Amen? And some prayers from Logan's warriors? Because we need 'em all. Thanks. And blessings to you.