Full of empty, meaningless words.
I’m certain this word once had substance,
but I’m unsure of its current resting place.
I say that I Believe.
How can I do something which I can not define?
After all, what does it mean,
Just believe! A popular slogan demands.
You got to have faith! Even the most ungodly suggests.
Have faith in what?
How carelessly we toss around
the very words that save our lives.
Have confidence in.
Do I trust You, God?
On rare occasions, perhaps.
Do I have confidence not only in Your ability,
But also in Your yes answer?
…and Your no answer?
There are plenty of days I don’t “feel” like I believe.
or Have faith.
Does belief have a feeling?
Faith without works is dead.
Does faith and belief prove itself in action?
Is it works to think faith can be proved at all?
James didn’t think so.
I move small mountains,
Is this proof that I have faith?
Or is this only evidence of His mercy?
Is it His roar coming from behind this lion cub that I am?
and I am foolish enough to think my ferocity has scared away the enemy.
I bring a cake to a neighbor
because I want her to know Jesus.
Do I know Him?
I make it my determined purpose.
Knowing Him, that is.
Whatever belief, or faith is
I hope that I have it.
Faith is the substance of things hoped for.
I hope for faith. It is the anchor of my soul.
Faith now has substance;
Substance in small mountains,
Moved by His roar, and my trust in Him
as I hide my tear wet face in His mane.
Substance in frosted, sprinkled cupcakes
given to freckled crinkled noses.
“I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia.” ~C.S. Lewis
Thanks to my new friend Rachel for reminding me of this wonderful quote!
and to Holly Wagner for the inspiration about lions!