When our Lydia was very little, her daily bedtime routine included:
-Reading with the big kids and dad.
-Two songs and a prayer with mom.
-And then our bedtime chant of
Wake up bright, in the morning light,
To do what’s right,with all your might!”
Then one night, she added her own theologically-sound-volume-enhanced-concluding-plea:
“Oh God, will ya’ please help us?”
Isn’t that the way it truly is?
“If you love me, you will keep my commandments.” ~John 14:15
“…for apart from Me you can do nothing.” ~John 15:5
This morning I am preach-praying to myself. Asking God for–
Faith that Walks…
Was it their faith–or the marching
That crumbled those walls of Jericho?
Walking faith that moves.
Shout, for the Lord has given you the city.
Was it his faith–or the altar building
That brought Abraham’s thicket ram?
Painful faith that trusts.
On the mount of the Lord it shall be provided.
Was it their faith–or the hidden baby
That saved Moses to lead God’s people?
Brimming reed-basket of faith.
I have come down to deliver them.
Was it their faith–or the Red Sea steps
That drove back those walls of water?
Believing footprints of faith.
For the Lord fights for them.
Was it her faith–or the red rope dangling
That spared Rahab and her family?
Scarlet streaming faith.
And she has lived in Israel to this day.
Faith without works–
A diseased fruitless tree.
And the fig tree withered at once.
Not deeds–that justify.
For only Grace redeems.
But in all this…
A faith that does.
A faith that acts.
A faith that abides.
A faith that cries out:
I believe; help my unbelief.
I will reach for the fringe of His garment.
With grasping faith.
Trusting in The giver of Faith.
Help me to walk–
The One Who is faithful.
Thank you for joining me here…