After January’s hibernation-like period where I slept like a bear, God threw me in various situations in February that made me dig back into the fundamental question of how are you doing, where are you, what have you been up to, dear faith of mine? For years, it was easy for me to express my difficulties and sorrow and dwell in that place. It was also natural for me to somehow string out a redeeming faith/hope (or lack thereof) story from my ever self-increasing sorrow pool. But those years are not this year anymore and my feet have stepped out of that pool, and eyes have shifted onward.
But where is my faith? Where is my faith of being sure of what I hope for in relation to what my eyes have opened up to see in the past year? Being sure of what I imagine that makes my heart flutter but sink instantaneously thereafter when I check back into my here & now and realize well, that’s not going to happen… says me.
It’s a whole new playing field. I am not swimming in my very own pool with my teeny tiny faith barely keeping me afloat. I am in an ocean that is unfathomably deeper and more mystical than I could have ever imagined. I don’t want to remain afloat, I want to swim deep. But in order for my strides to accelerate me into that depth, teeny tiny teetering on thereof and lack thereof faith is not going to cut it. Faith of theassurance of what I hope for and the conviction of what I do not see. Faith in a place of boldness holding fast to the Truth within me. Faith for bigger, greater, higher, deeper, and wider. For you & me to be in one Spirit, one Truth, one heart - sons & daughters of the one&only Father.
