the journey of faith is often times an odd one. a difficult one perhaps.
there are times where i see my faith stronger than boldest soldier. where nothing could shake my trust in my Lord and my God. within minutes Satan manages to assault my mind so harshly that my spirit seems crushed.
the fun part has been to learn to take thoughts captive. to see exactly what Satan wants to kill our trust with is the one thing God continue to bless and nurture and grow. and in those moments where my heart is low, i feel like i am ever so gently reminded of thomas. i think of how the Lord was so gracious to show him when he needed to see.
but Jesus’ response is what shakes my spirit to it’s rightful place…
blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed. – john 20:29
and then i think of my tattoo. and i think about if i never see the fruition of my promises made, like abraham and so many others, will i continue to believe? i dare say i hope so. i dare say the point of my life right now is growing faith to the place where i can, with every cell in my being, shout to the world that though i never see and though He slay me, my hope is still found in Him.
at the end of the day, that’s what matters. if it isn’t in Him, there is no point. if He didn’t die for me and isn’t coming back, i am to be pitied most of all. so thankful that He doesn’t give up on me.