Faith. I’ve been throwing that word around a lot lately. Between my aunt’s cancer diagnosis, treatment, and remission, testifying about the blessings of being a true tither, to Jacob’s decrease in ear infections, I throw the word faith around like a football on Sunday.
But here’s a confession: I’ve got work to do. You see I do have faith…sometimes. You know what I’m talking about. The big stuff. Work, marriage, kids…THE BIG STUFF.
But the small things? Yea, I’ve got that. At least that’s what I tell myself. Stayed up until 1 am, knowing I have to go to work tomorrow? I got this. Didn’t meet a deadline? I got this. No need to consult God, let alone thank Him for His CONSTANT faithfulness, I.GOT.THIS.
Until life begins to unravel. And then I realize that my faith isn’t as deep as I think it is. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I would guess it’s because when things are going well I tend to forget who got me there in the first place. If everybody’s healthy, work is good, and the hubs and I are getting lots of QT it becomes easy to put my faith on the back burner.
But that’s not fair. God never puts me on the back burner. He’s always there, even when the answer is no. He’s there when things are fantastic or when I have fleeting happiness. He’s there when I wake up and have no aches and pains. But He’s also there when I want to smack everybody I see, when the kids aren’t sleeping and the hubs is tripping. God is EVER PRESENT. But my faith isn’t.
I don’t think I’m alone in this. But I do think that I, alone, can choose to have faith in Him in all things, and at all times.
Until next time…