When I was a little girl, I never doubted the stories in the Bible. I had faith. I believed God so much that I thought I could walk on water if I had enough practice. I used to try carefully stepping on top of the water while the tub drained. I must have thought the different levels might help or something. Ha!! My confidence in God was unshakeable. I knew His power could overcome any situation.
I carried my childhood faith into adulthood, always believing that the prayers I was praying would be heard and answered. Year after year I would find myself waiting for Him to respond to what I had been asking and trusting Him for. Year after year it became harder to stir up my faith and continue to hope that God would move on my behalf. I handled these unanswered prayers the best way I knew how but I remember sensing the walls begin to come up between the Lord and I. Thoughts would pop into my head while I was in spiritual conversations with others like, “Is that really true?” or “But have YOU really seen God do stuff like this in YOUR life?” “He didn’t do it for you so why would He do it for them?” They were all subtle enough that I could usually push them to the side and move on but I could tell that my spiritual life needed help. Continue reading