My Unbelief

This week has been one of those weeks.

One of -those- weeks.

Nothing in particular has happened.

No one has said anything that has crushed my spirit.  No one has done anything that made me want to punch them in the face {I really wouldn’t…I just like to say that I would…}.

No, nothing really that I can pin-point.

I think the devil is trying to wear me down.  Those lies that we can often shut out are creeping in a little.  The inability to trust the Lord and His plan.  The inability to see past the end of my very small nose.

I think that’s what it is.

Jesus tells us in Matthew that unless we have the faith of a child, we will not enter the kingdom of God.

The faith of a child.

Remember what that’s like?

I have 2 kids…both under 3.  Talk about being able to see this “faith like a child”.  You say it and it’s true.

They don’t understand the kidding, the facetious/sarcastic words that we often use.  You say it and it’s taken at face-value.

“Go get Daddy”, Reynolds says. “Okay.” is my reply…mainly so he doesn’t loose his mind when I kiss him {hug, high-five, fist-bump and thumbs-up} and start to walk out of his room at night.

He truly believes that I’m going to get his Daddy and somehow he is fine.

I never do.  But before you judge me…

I really think it’s just a “thing” for him.  Side note, he does ask for me when Andrew puts him to bed…so yes, I think it’s just a thing for him.

Anyway, the kid believes you, me, whomever and what we say to him.

You say it, he believes it.

When God says that he will be our provider, do we believe Him?  Reynolds would.

I say I do.  But my anxious heart this week would speak otherwise.

In Jeremiah 29, we’re told that God has plans for us and that they are to prosper us, to give us a hope and a future.

I know in my pea-sized brain that He holds the past, present and future in His powerful hands.  So why do I question the plan?

Romans 8:28…for my good and His glory…he uses all things.

I know these words.  You probably know these words.

Just like the Israelites, my brain forgets.  I quickly forget the provisions and the promises. {Exodus 16}  And I beg of the Lord to increase my faith!

Lord, let me trust, this night, what your Word says is true.  Help me in my unbelief {Mark 9}.