When I started this blog, it was going to be about faith and the average person. Meaning me, the average gal who attends church and says she’s a Christian.
Faith is defined by dictionary.com as; confidence or trust in a person or thing. Beliefs that is not based on proof, belief in God or in the doctrines or teaching of religion, plus a few more examples, but you get where I’m going with this.
I thought I had faith in God, what good Christian doesn’t right? I go to church, well when it’s convenient. I donate money, well when I have extra money. There’s some great sales this time of year. I give my time, well when it doesn’t interfere with my other plans. Most importantly I have faith in God, when things are going my way and smoothly.
Wow, after writing this, maybe I have selective faith. I was recently diagnosed with depression. Something that had been building over many years, but brought to the surface by a major change In my life. Where’s that faith now?
Depression is brought on by many different things, and nothing to be ashamed of. asking for help in dealing with it, is the first big step to health, faith and recovery. So I’m here, asking for help and having faith that God is going through all of this with me.
I should have been thrilled that God has called my husband to ministry, but truth be told, I wasn’t. It meant leaving everything I know behind. Changing my entire life and putting it in the hands of God and life’s uncertainties. Trusting that God is leading me toward his wishes for me, and the service he expects from me.
To build my faith I will look for God. God is present in the psychologist who is talking me through my thoughts of myself and my feelings. He is present in my husband who is excepting of me and offering support and help. He is present in my children who laugh and try their best to work with a mom who has weird mood swings. He is present in the family and friends that have offered ears and words of encouragement. He is present at the church I attend and the home church who prays for my family, our journey and has offered such overwhelming support.
Although it’s still a long road ahead of me, I plan to take each day one minute at a time. I will try my very best to give God thanks for everything I encounter, through good and bad times. I will build my faith, hold my head high, and give thanks for this journey. One day I hope I can continue to show Gods love through me.