Faith, real faith

Feb 27, 2008Archive

The question comes to me in the midst of the mundane. Do I have faith like a mustard seed? The kind of faith that is small but believes God for the big? It’s a conundrum, I’m telling you. And it’s birthed through time with Jesus and lots of prayer.

I read this today, which helped me see why I’ve faltered so much lately to believe big things for God. I simply haven’t spent enough alone time with Him:

“Earnestly desire to get alone with God. If we neglect to do so, we not only rob
ourselves of a blessing but rob others as well, since we will have no blessing
to pass on to them. It may mean that we do less outward, visible work, but the
work we do will have more depth and power. Another wonderful result will be that
people will see ‘no one except Jesus’ (Matt 17:8) in our lives.” L. B. Cowman

I want that kind of life. Where folks see the infectious smile of Jesus on my lips, the faith-moving attitude needed to survive and thrive in this icky world. I want folks to walk away from me having felt His love, His care, His kindness. And I can only give that away if I soak myself in His presence.

Why don’t I have that mustard-seed faith? Because I’ve neglected to pull away to feel His touch, to let Him do the surgery needed to bring me deeper still. How about you?