What carries you over unbelief?
It's a good question. God generously gave me the gift of faith. I haven't always been appreciative of this gift, and I've occasionally thrown it back in His face. I've treated His gift much as a spoiled child at a birthday party, grumping and whining that I wasn't given toys instead of clothes. But whether I said yes or no to God, he still gave me the precious gift of faith.
God forgive me, please. I think of all the times when I have snidely refused to see the good in the schlock and tackiness of everyday life. When I have allowed my esthetic sensibilities to overule my ability to join in worship. When I have been harsh and judgemental about what is, after all, a difference of style and not content.
I don't know how I have managed to carry my faith over the mountains and molehills of everyday life - I think that it must be that at some point I agreed to be yoked with Jesus, and even when I have given up He hasn't. Even if I try to put down this gift and burden of faith, He carries both it and me until I have come to my senses. Deo Gratia.
Having also struggled with droughts in my faith life (haven't we all?) I absolutely love this line, Alicia I think that it must be that at some point I agreed to be yoked with Jesus, and even when I have given up He hasn't. Even if I try to put down this gift and burden of faith, He carries both it and me until I have come to my senses.