Faith is the substance of things not seen.
Totally illogical,
unintelligable,
hopeless and hopeful,
agonising at times...
but empowering at best.
Like standing on the edge of a cliff
and
looking
down
sensing
that you
are
falling
and will land
who knows where.
It's not God
that swims in the middle of confusion,
it's not His voice
that is drowning out clear thoughts.
Echos resonate through our minds,
voices of distress
pushing
and pulling you
in all directions,
testimonies of faith pull you back:
past victories arise to exhort,
their voices not as loud,
not fretful,
potent,
but flailing
in the
confusion.
You cry out in alarm
"how did this happen?"
"I don't want to be here."
"I thought all this was over!"
The pain rises,
ebbs
and fades with prayer.
Answers unseen
but coming... if you'll just hang in there.
This things is called faith,
not reason.
It is centred in God's faithfulness,
not logic, neither intelligence,
and it is the only thing in this universe
that will hold you together,
bonded in God's love
and with great prospects.
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