My adrenal(s) apparently don’t know when to turn off. This body of mine has effectively been in fight-or-flight mode to some degree for years. It served me well at times when I lived in South Sudan, but not so much as I’m trying to get healthy. It is one of my invisible storms to trust Jesus in.
For the better part of a decade, I have had beautiful, mostly well meaning folks want to pray for my leg to be delivered from the storehouses of heaven. I 100% believe that such a miracle can happen and if Jesus sees it will further His Kingdom in the way He desires through my life, that it will happen this side of eternity. I’m all for it when He is. Woohoo, serious shoe shopping will be in store.
I’d rather stretch, put my faith out there for the extravagant and the impossible never seeing even one result than to reduce my faith to the level of my probable experience. I don’t want to limit what I am trusting for to something safe and in so doing possibly shut a door on something God wants to do.
I want to err on the side of extravagant faith. I only have this one life to trust Him with.
The evidence of faith is not miraculous end results, rather consistent expectation rooted in the faithfulness of Who God is and trust in His absolute goodness. Just because you are believing for a promise from Jesus 10, 20, 40 years and don’t see visible results… that is in no way a commentary on the quality of your faith. Faith is the evidence of things not seen.
All these died in faith, without receiving the promises, but having seen them and having welcomed them from a distance, and having confessed that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. Heb 11:13
I’ve repeatedly run into a theology that basically says if you haven’t seen your promise happen your faith must be broken and weak. That’s just not what I read in the Bible.
If we judged the “heroes” of the Hebrews 11 hall of faith by that standard most of them would be abysmal failures.
I’ve even had a few people reprimand me after they prayed and my leg didn’t appear on cue. Awkward. Oh, really? My fault. I have no faith. Hmm. Wait. I wasn’t the one praying……
Faith is not a formula just to get you out of circumstances. Sometimes it is a deep inner strength of His grace that carries you through them.
I don’t believe God makes people sick to teach them a lesson any more than I believe a loving, good father would burn his child’s hand on a stove to teach her what hot means. But I know from my own journey, no pain we walk through with Jesus is ever wasted. He redeems them all and transforms the obstacles meant to stop us into stepping stones deeper into His promises.
You don’t have to put on your super hero cape and faith it till you make it because Jesus has already done it.
You don’t have to be afraid of a “bad confession” or saying the wrong thing or looking unspiritual. Real family; real, healthy relationships don’t require you to get it all together and be “in faith” when your world is falling to pieces and your heart is bleeding.
The bravest thing we can ever do is be real with Jesus and ourselves. This is hard and I don’t get it and I don’t understand. It’s unfair and hurtful and I may never understand.
But Jesus I am trusting You with all my questions. You are Who You say You are and in the middle of a mess I can’t comprehend I will stake my life on You. Be the Way through this valley, the Truth that is stronger than circumstance, the Life that leaves death an empty tomb once again.
Beloved, God doesn’t want a facade or a formula of faith. He wants your heart, as broken and hurting and messy as it might be. Right now He loves you right where you are at. And He loves you too much to leave you there.
You don’t need to be a superhero. You can simply be carried by the All-Powerful One Whose Love makes you #bravelyyou.
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