Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Friday, August 5, 2011


So many of you have said that our faith is such an inspiration. I never want to give the illusion that our faith is so strong we have just sailed through the last few months. Because that is so far from the case. Looking back it wasn't too long ago that our faith seemed "routine." If I really would have stopped and examined myself I would have seen I had more faith in myself, in my own self-sufficiency than I did in God. After all, don't we live in a "buck up", "pick yourself up by your bootstraps" society. Why does faith even matter if we can fill the void ourselves. So often faith seems to get lost by the enticements of this world. Enticement of approval, recognition, money, and "stuff." And that is where we were, lost, in a frantic neverending quest to fill the void in our lives.

"Aim at heaven and you get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither." C.S. Lewis

Do you ever feel like something is missing in your life? We were in a state of continual discontent. The noise of this world was drowning out any whisper from heaven. In our chase to fill the void, what we were finding out is that what we craved was not of this earth. We turned our gaze to heaven and saw glimpses of what we desired. Even if I haven't felt His touch, I can look back and see it. The friend who called at "just the right time," encouragement from strangers, hugs from my daughter, nurses and doctors who prayed.

"The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It's our handle on what we can't see." Hebrews 11:1

In a matter of a few weeks our faith went from routine, to what we clung to with every fiber of our being. When you are left gasping for breath, knocked to your knees, will what you have placed your faith in put your feet on the ground each morning? I can spend my time chasing my doubts and questions. Or I can choose to have the courage to look upward as Anastacia does. The unwavering, breathtaking, simple faith of a child...
Anastacia~ "Momma I just waved to Isaac."
Me~ "hmmm, really?"
Anastacia~ "He was waving at me from heaven. Momma, I miss Isaac. I can't wait to see him again."

"Mark this. Unless you accept God's kingdom in the simplicity of a child, you'll never get in." Mark 10:15

1 comment:

thehsmomof3 said...

Thank you for your transparency in sharing your courage, your pain, your hope. You so accurately convey that tension that we often feel when wrestling with the tough things in life. Thank you for being so real. I find your perspective encouraging and inspiring. Praying for you on your journey. - Sherri