Lately, I've been an undisciplined writer. Some of you will know and understand why. It involves something that stretched me in an area of my life that is constantly being stretched. Faith.
The mention of the word, 'faith,' brings up an image of a tenacious bulldog biting into someone's leg. That metaphor has a strange story behind it, but let it suffice for now as an example of how I view faith. The simplest way to define faith is to firmly believe in God for something you can't prove. A belief you will not let go, despite circumstances in your current reality.
As a kid, I required faith to find my way home when I got lost trekking. Or when I caught the flu. Faith got me through school, brought me opportunities for employment and stuck with me through the transitions. Faith brought me love, hope and joy and was my constant companion when those three were missing. But, I was never expected to have incredible faith. It just built on my experiences over time. All I had to do was exercise it in the small decisions. At first, I needed faith for the simple things in life. What I ate, wore and where I played. As life opened up choices, my faith was stretched. It got harder to believe. At times, I needed miracles to see me achieve something I always believed I would. In a cumulative effect, my faith kept getting bigger with each hurdle I jumped. Obstacles, you see, are never too much for us to handle. If you observe your life until this point, you will realize that your faith has slowly arrived at a stage of maturity. And it will be enough to see you through whatever your situation is now. There will be bigger challenges down the road. Of course, you will stare at them with no fear. Because you have faith for this too.
