Who is this man Jesus?
I've asked myself that question throughout my life. I've studied His life, His teaching, His grace. I've read and understood His perfect progression through the scriptures. I know He lived. I know He lives.
However, knowing this versus feeling it on a constant basis has been a struggle for me. That burning sense of infinite hope dims at times. I have to remind myself often if I truly believe in His Power to Save. Not to save mankind, but to save me, especially to save me from my self-doubt, to save me from my unworthiness, and to save me from my fears.
Why do I not rely on Him? Why do I not trust in Him? He is the Savior of the World, and yet I doubt.
Hope and faith, to me, is being given the strength to endure what the Lord requires us to do.
When my faith fails me, I have to reflect back on experiences when I did actually put my faith and hope in the Lord. If I do this, I am able to reflect back on experience after experience of when the Lord has touched my life. This might have been through a tender mercy, a prompting, a feeling, or a friend. When I look for His power and influence, I find it. I just have to look.
Faith in Christ is an assurance that all will be well someday. Hope and faith, to me, is being given the strength to endure what the Lord requires us to do. I know I do not lean on the Lord enough, but how glorious that I can do better. We can all do better. How wonderful that I can learn. That we can all learn.
Faith in Christ is an assurance that all will be well someday. Hope and faith, to me, is being given the strength to endure what the Lord requires us to do. I know I do not lean on the Lord enough, but how glorious that I can do better. We can all do better. How wonderful that I can learn. That we can all learn.
Having faith in Christ, in the end, is as simple as reminding yourself and looking around for all the goodness He has offered.
