I was struck by this photo this morning. I woke up with a full-on panic attack. Literally sitting straight up in bed, out of a dead sleep. In my dreams was the image of a tightrope walker. She had one of those long awkward poles in her hands as she tried to find her balance…. I could relate. I could see her struggle. Feel it in every fiber of me. I caught myself warning her to not look down as I watched her focus on the pole.
It reminded me of my own faith….. my often time white knuckled faith. On one side balancing my knowledge that God can do anything… and on the other side, wondering WILL HE??? My whole life that has been the struggle. I have never doubted that God IS and CAN…. ever!!! But the battle is the weight of the side of the pole that quietly whispers, …. but will he?
This picture reminded me, that putting my faith in anything… even the white-knuckled act of faith… is sin. I flipped open the bible and “stumbled” on this reminder in Hebrews 11:1 Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see.
This picture is Hebrew 11:1 in action… so my charge today is to throw down the pole – riding of my doubt and relax my grip. If you see me out today, just know….. I’m out FAITH WALKING!
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