Thank You for Your word, LORD. When all others fail You are there. When no one else understands, You understand. It’s been a long journey so far and as I look down the road I see…distance. I know we have a long way to go. Thank You for caring for me by carrying me in my weak moments.

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I’m so feeble at times, LORD, and I feel that I embarrass so much. You’re so big and so mighty, why don’t I have faith in You like the children do? I’ve seen Your works yet I doubt You so often.
Please forgive me of my shortcomings; forgive me of my doubt and mumbling; forgive me of my impatience toward others and the lack of love I show them when You pour Your love on my without hesitation.
You’re an Awesome Wonder. You’re welcome into my life, into my heart, into my soul. Guide me the way I need to go and please don’t give up on me, LORD.
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The Incredible Shrinking Faith
My friend, Precious, left this little jewel for me the other day on twitter:
@AboundingHealth If u limit God’s power & ablity to a piece of sky, then u will only recieve a piece. Believe n the endless possibilties when u trust n Him.
It has spawned another think tank for me. Am I limiting God’s power and ability in my life to a piece of sky? Certainly not. Not me Mr. G0d-is-all-and-all; Mr. Don’t-think-outside-the-box-think-there-is-no-box; Mr. The-sky-isn’t-the-limit.
Where has my faith dwindled? I envision myself in the boat with Jesus’s disciples during a storm and He says to them: “Ye little faiths.” (The literal translation straight from Greek). Of course for us it reads, “O, ye of little faith.”
What I like about the broken English version is that I picture small faith. It’s like Jesus was looking at them and seeing the attribute, the trait that He was addressing; not the people with the trait. It makes faith an actual thing and not some wispy, airy, ethereal, invisible something floating around.
So, where’s God’s Big Faith? Where am I hiding? What has me hiding under the bed or in the closet for safety? How have I shrunk to the status of “Little Faith?” Where have I allowed the seed of doubt to grow and block the Son?
I dunno…