I’m no risk taker. And putting your faith in God, is risky business. Putting faith in a decent wage comes naturally, a healthy diet—piece of cake. But faith in a God who made everything out of nothing always seems to be too much of a stretch for me. Why is that?
When I stand back and look, it makes zero sense. Aren’t we safer trusting in the Spirit of God than a capricious job, a fluctuating economy, an aging body? How many times has God gone back on a promise? Has God’s goal changed since you met Him? When was the last time God suffered cutbacks? Who ever lifted us above illness, suffering, discouragement, sorrow? Our accountant? Our doctor?
I have every reason to put my faith only in the Spirit of God.
The voice inside my head says, “It’s too risky.” “What if it fails?” “It’s unrealistic. Just keep life simple.” But that voice is death.
“By faith Noah, being divinely warned of things not yet seen, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark for the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness which is according to faith.” (Hebrews 11:7)
How impossible is your ark?
“Faith goes up the stairs that love has built and looks out the windows which hope has opened.” –Charles Spurgeon
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