My faith has been starving away this season, and it’s sad to me how something as important as faith can be tossed so far in the desert that the desert begins to feel like home. I forget what faith is about sometimes and simple, yet incredible acts of God such as an answered prayer leave me with my jaw dropped.
A simple prayer answered.
I pray but I don’t expect them to be answered. Have I forgotten that our God is faithful? I need reminders that I believe in a loving and great God. I’m reminded of a conversation I had with a wise woman named Jan, about fervent prayer. We were talking about how Jesus prayed on the mountain. “He prayed more fervently, and he was in such agony of spirit that his sweat fell to the ground like great drops of blood.” When we cry out to God with desire and desperate groaning of the spirit, he hears us and he listens. My faith may be starved but I’m resting in his grace tonight.
"The splendor of a soul in grace is so seductive that it surpasses the beauty of all created things." Thomas Aquinas