Sometimes it feels like we’re alone on a dirt road, dragging the weight of the world. Our faith in life and in God seems nonexistent.
JESUS NEVER FAILS
Despite my families inconsistent church attendance when I was growing up, my mother was a consistent prayer warrior.
I recall a particular time when we were facing some financial difficulties. My mother had scolded my brother and me for using too much butter on our toast stating, “that butter needs to last for a week!”
For some reason, my family decided to visit a church that Sunday even though we hadn’t in months. When the offering plate passed by my mother, she folded up a ten dollar bill and placed inside. Remembering how she’d scolded us earlier, I questioned her about the ten dollars after church. My mother’s response was, “I’m not worried about that,” she said. “Jesus never fails.”
I walked away baffled once again by the simple faith of my mother. You see this wasn’t the first time she’d done something that didn’t make sense when it came to what she believed God could and would do.
Later that evening my mother called me into her room. Her face was beaming. “Look!” She said, holding a ten dollar bill in the palm of her hand. She held her coat in the other hand.
I was confused. “Where’d that come from?”
She held out the coat. “I found it in the pocket of my coat. I don’t remember putting money there. I wanted you to see this so that you’d believe.” She had tears in her eyes. “Jesus never fails,” she whispered.
Throughout her lifetime, my mother demonstrated extraordinary faith. But nothing put that faith to the test more than what she experienced in her final years of life. Over a ten-year span, she endured two brain tumors, several surgeries and multiple medical treatments including proton radiation.
It’s been four years since my beautiful mother went home to be with her Jesus whom she put all her faith in. Since her death, I have been seeking the Lord on the issue of faith.
I have something to admit about faith: I wrestle with it. . . A LOT.
I hate admitting this. I hate it because I’m a Christian. And Christians shouldn’t struggle with faith, right?
And not only that, I’m a teacher of God’s word, a faith-based writer of devotions, studies, and a blog (this one).
In my search for more information on faith, I feel I can best identify with a father who came to Jesus for the healing of his demon-possessed son. The father says to Jesus,
“. . . But if you can do anything, take pity on us and help us.”
“‘If you can’?” said Jesus. “Everything is possible for one who believes.”Immediately the boy’s father exclaimed, “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” (Mark 9:22-24)
First of all, the father has some amount of faith. He said he does believe. But then in almost the same breath he says, “help me overcome my unbelief.”
Secondly faith and doubt can be present at the same time (Just like me).
Thirdly it’s okay to ask Jesus for help with our doubts.
How about you? Are you struggling with doubts and/or a lack of faith? Do you feel you been dragging a weight around all alone?
God wants to help you with that right now. All you have to do is ask, just like the father in Mark 9.
Please join me next week for more on FAITH. What is faith? Where does it come from? And why do so many struggle with a lack of faith?
This post is linked to Literacy Musing Mondays: http://www.foreverjoyful.net/?p=1007
and http://purposefulfaith.com/sell-out/ and http://www.create-with-joy.com/category/blog-hops/inspire-me-monday