Faith is a funny thing. For the most part, it is a belief in something that the human eye can’t see and the human hand can’t touch. When people talk about faith, for many the only way they can describe it is a feeling deep inside; a belief that runs deep into their soul. They can’t see it, but they can feel it. For many, it’s this feeling that causes many to lift up their eyes to God. For many others, it’s this so-called feeling that has them denying that God even exists because if they can’t see it or touch it or taste it, it isn’t real. Both arguments are strong and I can see the point of both, however I lean towards the belief that God is very much real.
Personally, my faith is a soul deep belief in Jesus. I believe in Jesus with everything in me and the reason I stand so strongly on that is because in my short time on earth, I have seen enough evidence of God to know that He is real. And that overrides anyone’s opinion about whether or not they think He is real. Simple as that. It may sound arrogant to some or ignorant, but I have encountered God enough times to know He is real and I very much live my life from that. That may not make a lot of sense but honestly, a lot of times, not much makes sense, and my faith is no different. But it’s real and it’s mine.
When you read through some of the stories and miracles that happened in the bible, you are at times left scratching your head. I know that when I first started reading my bible, I found myself more confused that anything else and it wasn’t until I started studying it, asking questions and just digging deeper that the picture started to come together. Having said that, ten years into my walk with Jesus and I am still asking questions and am still digging deeper, so if you find yourself in that situation, the good news is that God is big enough to handle our questions and doubts and arguments. He created us, after all, and knows exactly how we operate and think. Which is something I am grateful for because my little brain really struggles to comprehend things at times, so I tend to ask a lot of question. A lot of questions.
I can assure you that you and I are not alone in our questions.
Many of the greats in the Bible asked questions of God. Abraham, Moses, David, Gideon, all men that did mighty things and all men that questioned God. There is nothing wrong with asking questions. But questions are pointless if you don’t wait for, or ignore the answer. And that’s what set the biblical giants apart; they asked and they waited and they listened. Me? I am good at the first part, the second and third, not so much. My patience is minus 50% and I get so distracted by things around me that a lot of times I hear, but I don’t listen. If I am completely honest here, I tend to ask and ask and ask (I have so many questions sometimes that my questions have questions) but I am not so great at just sitting still and waiting for the answer. At just trusting that the answer will actually come. And then there is the little fear inside that I may not like the answer, so I debate whether to just do my own thing because I obvious know better than my Creator. Sound familiar? Yeah, you’re not alone.
So what now? Well, I don’t know about you but I am going to keep asking my questions. Psalm 32:8 beautifully reads, “I will instruct you and teach you I the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you,” so I am going to hold onto that promise and I am going to continue to study the bible and ask questions of my God because I know that He will answer. I have no doubt whatsoever that He will bend His ear to listen to the cry of my heart and He will instruct me in the way that I should go. I am going to seek Him further so that I can know Him more and I know that He will meet me right where I am, I just need to sit still long enough to listen. I will posting all my thoughts on here so if you’re keen, want to come along for journey?