Faith

Faith is a journey... a journey of love and trust, of exploration, of dependance on the unseen, and of hope for the future. Faith is personal and intimate, but huge and yet small. it can fill every crevice, every thought, every doubt. It can make you a warrior in a feild of daisys, a comforter to those in need. It can give you the power to hold hands like no other, to comfort, to listen, to believe.

When i see 217's dining room i dont see people, i see hearts, those moved by god already settled in his love, and in an incredible relationship, those like me who are new and hungry and scared at the magnitude, new hearts taking their first tentative steps towards faith. Broken hearts in need to repair who have just come to sit and take the load off for a while silently, hearts broken for those around them in need, to share the load in prayer in fellowship and worship, hearts crying out in hunger for more, for more strength, more direction for more grace, for the holy spirit to fill their body, broken hearts who come for answers, broken hearts who dont even know how to ask, but know they can just come and recieve them anyway.

Faith.

In a god whose limits are boundless, whose power in unsurpassed, whose grace extends to every corner of every room, to the root of every blade of grass crushed by the feet of children, to every speck of dust in the plains of africa, the deserts of arab nations, to every molecule of water running through our home every single day, to know the very number of hairs upon every head. that is love.

Faith can move mountains, it can break bridges, it can heal hearts.

But it is also a journey of such a personal nature that every single person is different. For me its been a tough 13 months since i declared i believed and was baptised. Do i believe that from that day forward god had his hand on my shoulder No! God has been with me for a very long time, through every experience, through every bad patch, through every good patch too. I now have the space and the heart to celebrate with him to take hold of an outstretched and and say yes father i will walk with you. Im no longer a lost little girl. My father found me and now im here, proclaiming my love for him, after almost 23 years of his love for me! And when i fall down and graze my knee, or make a stupid spelling mistake (or swear like a trooper in my case) i am not chastised, im loved and forgiven. personal testimony is the greatest story of faith, and can never be challenged, because it is real life experience, its your story of how you and god met and moved together, an awakening.

Everyday since i have been out of hispital (5 weeks and 1 day) i have woken up realising that this is the beginning of my life, and i no longer dream of its end. I have a job to do, a purpose, and it sbeen placed in my heart. i have some prep time, and i hope i use it well enough that when the day comes that i can stand and be counted as an individual of faith in our almighty god, i am strong in faith, strong in character and that the power of my testimony kick starts something amazing. I want God to help me change the world, hes shown me how, i just have to get there. This is my Awakening!