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Faith. It's an interesting thing...word. What is faith? Is faith a special occasion? Do you only practice your faith on Christmas and Easter? Is faith something you do on Sundays? Is faith situational: you only have faith when the outcome is positive leading you to believe in God? Or, is faith a part of who you are; your everyday living breathing self?

Most of us would say that the absence of faith is fear or doubt. What if the opposite of faith is knowledge? Think about it.

"Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see." Hebrews 11:1

Faith lives in the unseen. Knowledge lives in the seen. Are you basing your faith on the world you can see? If so, you may want to reevaluate faith. Faith is living everyday with hope regardless of the outcome of your day. Faith rides on the confidence that God still exists and is still good even when life takes a turn for the worst. Faith lies in the confidence in Christ not your present situation. Faith moves you from Sunday into Monday without skipping a beat.

Many of us do faith. We go through the motions attending Bible study, attending Sunday service, and reading our daily Scripture. But, if what you are learning in Bible study or on Sunday morning isn't stirring in you and changing you, you are doing faith not living faith. Faith churns inside of us and leads us into a fulfilled life. Our life isn't full of what is seen: our nice home, healthy kids, good job. Instead, our life is full because of our faith in God and the hope of the unseen world in which He resides.

Faith should be my core support. Everything every day should be released from my core of faith. How I treat people throughout my day, how I speak to my boys, how I love my husband, and fold the laundry all stems from my core of faith.

Last summer, Scott threw out his back. This injury led to a more severe injury in which he tore his oblique. I have never seen him in so much pain in the twenty years I have known the man. He was flat out for almost six weeks. He could not move without being in excruciating pain. He had to lay a particular way just to function. His core was toast and the result was him being paralyzed to our bed for a lengthy period of time. He missed a lot last summer and we missed him. The injury to Scott's core had a ripple effect on all of our lives and it was not good. This is the same for our faith. If faith does not become the very essence of our being, our core, it has a ripple effect on the rest of our life.

I want my faith to move me from Sunday into Monday. I want my faith to go further than the words on a few pages in a Bible study. I want my faith to be who I am; to move and stir inside me in such a way that everything flows out from it. Faith isn't a special occasion or something that was handed down to me from my parents. Faith is my life. It is who I am.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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