Faith Sizes: “How much do I really trust You?”

Like the Israelites,

Led out of captivity, hastily packed and confidently left

You nullified the enemy’s plans, as they witnessed the parting of the Red Sea.

Cloud-led by day, Fire-led by night

Manna-fed, quail-fed

Still, little faith

You knew of me to rescue me and I trusted You to lead me

A protector, The One who fights for me

Constantly carving new routes

Constantly reminding me that You are always there

Still I forget.

Like Peter,

Always witnessing Your awesomeness

Taking that leap and walked on the sea

Yet in seeing and overthinking the drudgery of a physical storm

He relinquished his faith and sank.

See, it is never a question of the YAHWEH that You are,

Nor Your AWEsome capabilities

But, the harm is in trusting too much in that which we see.

Like Abraham,

Packed and journeyed to the mountain

With his son, a gift, a promise

Prepared an altar, bound his child, ready for a sacrifice

‘Just’ faithing it…

While I’d have ended the journey while approaching the location;

Just by overthinking the possible aches of things not going ‘my way’

He trusted You with both the impossible and the possible

Trusted, Unwavering…either way

“How much do I really trust You?”

A frequently, loaded enquiry

Yet, for some of the moments when I think I’m sure I do sufficiently,

I thoroughly question my confidence

And my faith wavers.

Faith,

A noun, a muscle which must be constantly exercised.

A powerhouse when its potential is realised.

The paradoxical evidence of things not seen.

Let us be reasonable :

If only a tiny mustard seed faith: so difficult to attain,

Is required for moving a whole mountain.

Place in perspective, the micro sized faith required for ‘simple’ daily tasks.

Though merely micro, requires so much focus and strength.

Still,

Like Peter,

Having much knowledge of Who You Are,

I will initially take a few steps

Then, in feeling the gusts of winds and the echos of thunder:

The possibilities of danger…

I’ll drown my micro sized faith and sink

Until You reach down, with arms outstretched,

Saving me, not from the wind, nor water

But from myself

Void of faith.

C2B.

Not quite sure what to call this piece: a poem, a rant, a story, opinions…

….I started it a while back and finally got around to finishing it…

Please feel free to leave comments.

I would really love to know if anyone else can relate…

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Joviel says:

    I totally relate to this

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Happy I’m not alone lol…. thanks for reading Jovi!

      Like

  2. gracelead says:

    It’s a beautiful poem. I do relate to it. Faith is believing, trusting, and obeying. All three are a challenge, but each reaps rewards.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wow… I’m blown away by this very thoughtful and deep poem. Thanks for sharing

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I can certainly identify with Peter. Forgive me, Lord. Great post

    Liked by 2 people

    1. I guess we all can, at some point… thanks for reading!

      Liked by 1 person

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