Everytime I pray for something and then start to worry about how it's going to get done I hear the words "O ye of little faith".... I hate being of little faith. I don't want to be of little faith. Yet when things don't turn around suddenly or I find myself wondering how I can help God I realize that yet again I am being of little faith.
I have recently heard a few people talk about the importance of faith when you pray. Some people go so far as to say that if you don't have enough faith than that's the very reason why your prayers go unanswered. If that's truly the case than I am in a world of trouble! A genetic worrier, it takes me a lot of effort to simply let go of something.
Then of course there are those that remind us that all prayers are answered--yes, no or wait. I hate "wait." I hate "no" more though I think. At least with wait I have the hope that a "yes" will come eventually.
It is so easy to read about the Israelites and roll your eyes at the fact that they so quickly lost faith after some really awesome miracles. Yet, as I look at my life... how I married a man who has qualities that I didn't even think to put on my "Prince Charming list"; how I finally found my niche teaching after two strenuous jobs before; how my relationship with my parents is better now than before the terrible breakdown--I am reminded of the miracles in my own life. After all the Bible promises that if God looks after a bird or the grass how much more would He look after me ... and Maher ...and Elisa since we are His children.
"O ye of little faith..."
I have recently heard a few people talk about the importance of faith when you pray. Some people go so far as to say that if you don't have enough faith than that's the very reason why your prayers go unanswered. If that's truly the case than I am in a world of trouble! A genetic worrier, it takes me a lot of effort to simply let go of something.
Then of course there are those that remind us that all prayers are answered--yes, no or wait. I hate "wait." I hate "no" more though I think. At least with wait I have the hope that a "yes" will come eventually.
It is so easy to read about the Israelites and roll your eyes at the fact that they so quickly lost faith after some really awesome miracles. Yet, as I look at my life... how I married a man who has qualities that I didn't even think to put on my "Prince Charming list"; how I finally found my niche teaching after two strenuous jobs before; how my relationship with my parents is better now than before the terrible breakdown--I am reminded of the miracles in my own life. After all the Bible promises that if God looks after a bird or the grass how much more would He look after me ... and Maher ...and Elisa since we are His children.
"O ye of little faith..."
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