Why is your faith so strong?
Updated: Aug 21, 2020
What is faith? Faith is complete trust or confidence in someone or something. In my case, it is God. In fact, my relationship with God is the most profound relationship of my life. He has been there for as long as I can remember. From the dark days of despair when as a child I tried to take my life, to the joys of motherhood at the birth and adoption of my children, to now when things don’t make a lot of sense but I have joy and peace that surpasses anything that can be explained.
My faith seems minuscule when you look at the people in the Bible. I mean let’s take a look at a few of these people:
Noah – Hears from God and builds an ark although there’s been no rain.
Joseph – Sold into slavery by his brothers, falsely accused, imprisoned, and rises to become the second in command at a pivotal time in history.
Moses – From an Israelite baby. to an Egyptian prince. to a fugitive. and then God comes along and sends him on a mission to ask Pharaoh to let God’s people go. He then leads them through the parted Red Sea and into the wilderness for 40 years looking for the promised land.
King David – Known as a man after God’s heart. Author of some of the Psalms. His Psalms are a mixture of praises, petitions, lamentations, and yearnings from his heart.
Esther – Made for such a time as this… she found favor with the King and he made her Queen for just the right time to be able to save the Jewish nation from genocide.
Daniel – Saved from the lions after praying to his God and not forsaking his beliefs as ordered by the king.
Paul – Author of most of the New Testament. Saved on the road to Damascus from his wrong beliefs and persecution of the followers of Christ to one of the greatest apostles.
These people and many others in the Bible had real faith. Unshakeable, unwavering faith. They went to their death believing in God, His Word, and His statutes.
And then there’s me… a lost soul who never liked who I was or how I looked. Always feeling like an outcast; like there was a big black hole in my heart that just couldn’t be filled no matter what I did, and I did plenty trying to fill the hole or leave this place and go back home. I never felt like I belonged here.
Then I discovered God. The real God of the New Testament. Not the hellfire and brimstone god that was meant to be feared; but the God of love. The one who admonishes us to love Him with all your heart, might, mind and soul and love your neighbor as yourself. The God who desires a personal relationship with each one of us. Who sees me for who I truly am. Looking at my heart and not my thoughts or deeds. And I fell in love. In love with Him, his Son, and the Holy Spirit.
My life hasn’t been the same since that time when I came to the realization that I am a child of God. He “knows” me inside and out and still, He loves me. The God who sacrificed His Son for ME! Wow, try wrapping your brain around that. While I was yet a sinner His Son died for me so that I would have the opportunity to come back and live with Him again. That I could have a relationship with Him that transcends all understanding. My Abba Father. My God who sees me; who heals me; who provides for me.
So, why is my faith so strong? Why shouldn’t it be? He’s always provided for my needs even during the hardest moments of my life. Losing my job, my house, my car and even my kids for a moment He was there providing a way out of no way. He was granting me the desire of my heart which was a job that allowed me to work and support my family but offered me the flexibility to meet the needs of the children.
A job that I could work smarter not harder. A job that allowed me to pursue my passion – Him. And what did he do? He gave me a job at the church – His house, in children’s ministry no less. So why not have strong faith. Who else could do that? But He wasn’t finished. He began to love on me in such a way that the big black hole began to be filled. He flooded my life with people that were His disciples here on earth. I felt loved, wanted and needed.
But more importantly, I felt a stirring inside myself. A crack in my hardened heart. One that allowed me to see me as He sees me and therefore start to love myself as He loves me. And that can only come from trusting Him, His Word and letting His Spirit minister to this wounded soul.