Prayer and faith, those two words sort of go hand in hand don’t they? As a Christian, I should have these two down pat right? I shouldn’t struggle with my prayer life, or with my faith and what I believe. At least that is what I grew up thinking. As a young child, I thought that when “I get older it’ll all make more sense and be easier” boy was I wrong! Just recently God showed me very clearly how much I tend to underestimate the power of prayer and honestly, it was embarrassing. Here I am living and breathing every day without any thought of not waking up when I go to sleep or being worried about the chair I sit in breaking on me and yet I lack the faith to believe that the One who gives me the air to breath will take care of my needs and wants.
When I received an answer to my prayers that were not always prayed with belief or trust, I was shocked and also ashamed that I was not believing in my Lord and Saviour. I didn’t believe that He could answer my prayers even though it already seemed like the answer was a no. I realize now that He was testing my faith, He was testing me and I nearly failed the test.
I say “nearly” because I honestly do not believe that I failed. I would have failed if I walked away from that experience without learning anything. But I did learn something and I believe I learned what God wanted me to learn.
I could apply the “o ye of little faith?” ( Matthew 8:26 KJV) to me and I didn’t like that.
As a Christian, my faith should be growing every single day. I shouldn’t have to stress about what tomorrow holds. I shouldn’t have to worry about what could happen in my future.
This past weekend I went on a short camping trip, which ended up being much shorter than originally planned. I was hoping to write this out while sitting beside a campfire with a view of the Rocky Mountains in front of me and a cup of hot coffee beside me but unfortunately that didn’t happen but that didn’t stop me from stopping and just listening to the nature and animals around me and think of how to word this post. As I stood there looking out at the water and mountains I started thinking about the word faith. The word “Faith” means “complete trust or confidence in someone or something” “ strong belief in God or in the doctrines of religion, based on a spiritual apprehension rather than proof.”
To me, faith means following blindly but willing to accept whatever happens to be for my own good. My God is not a mean God and you would think that by now I would have the whole faith and trusting thing figured out. But I’m only human just like everyone else out there and I am so thankful that God doesn’t give up on me but sends things my way knowing that if I would just focus on Him and not the issues in front of me, “ I shall come forth as gold” and it is my goal to come through in the end.
Looking at the mountains and the details of the rock faces and peaks the thought occurred to me “how can you NOT trust in a God that created all of this?!” it seemed so silly that I would have doubted Him and His abilities. This world will leave you frantically rushing here and there in attempts to keep up with the times or keep up with your responsibilities. It’ll drain you from all motivation and hope if you let it. I know so because I’ve been there. This world will leave you dry even though it looks lush and appealing.
The song goes “my faith has found a resting place…” and that is what my faith needed to do.
I was resting in my own abilities and once again I was relying on myself to get me through the next day, to “untangle this mess” to get my future all lined up and in perfect order. But I could not do it and it wasn’t until God gave me a small wake up that I realized, my faith was not resting in Him. I’ve found that resting place and I’m sure I’ll have to find it again down the road but for now, it is resting in His never failing and unending love.
Where/ what is your faith resting in?
This whole experience also really changed my prayer life.
Which is a question I want to ask you, how is your prayer life?
Is it just something you say before every meal and before you go to bed at night?
Is it just something you do because you are a Christian? Why do you pray?
When I asked myself these same questions the one answer that kept coming to mind was that “I pray because I want to know Him, I want to have a relationship with Him.” and I know when I’m struggling with my prayer life. There is a lack of closeness, of friendship and I long for that closeness. But you cannot get close to someone if you don’t talk to them. You don’t get to know someone if you don’t spend time getting to know them and that is by talking to them.
So, how is it? Are you even making an effort to strengthen and grow your prayer life and your faith?
Prayer and faith, they go hand in hand but you can lose both if you don’t work on it and long for that relationship.
This might not make sense to some of you, but I hope that it is of a help and maybe even an encouragement to you. These are just thoughts that come into my mind and I hope they make sense.