Faith. Most things just take a little faith.
In my talk with God I admitted that my faith wavers. When a situation takes faith, I like to plan “just in case.” Just in case what? Just in case His plan doesn’t work? When does that happen?
I’m in a place that I don’t fully understand. Sometimes I don’t understand why I’m single. Sometimes I don’t understand why I don’t get the same opportunities others do. Sometimes I don’t get why I can’t sit at home and read and write all day and enjoy my life that way. But when I don’t understand is when I need the most faith.
There are magnanimous things God wants to do in my life. He’s just waiting on me to believe He’s going to do it. It’s not enough to say I believe it. I have to act in belief of it.
I have to put myself out there. I have to go where I don’t want to. I have to send that proposal no matter how many times it gets rejected. I have to apply no matter how many times I get declined. And when all this happens, I have to believe that God is still going to work His plan in His perfect time.
I see myself like this: I’m starving in a tree and the fruit is at the end of the branch. But I’m too afraid of breaking the branch, not knowing that I’ve been starving for so long that I’m too thin to break it.
I’ve pretty much summed it up as a “fear of faith.” Yes, it’s scary. Faith will have you doing things that logic threw out the window. Faith will change your social circle, job status, and all the other stuff you find security in. But faith is what God calls us to have, so why be afraid of it?
I’m getting over my fear. Not only does God not give us the spirit of fear, but He most definitely doesn’t give us a spirit of fear of faith. I’m stepping out on my branch. I’m getting fed today. And even if does break, I’ll at least be full. Are you starving today?