The idea of faith has been on my mind a lot. How much do I trust God? How much faith does it actually take to move a mountain? If God says that faith as little as a mustard seed can move mountains, then just how strong is my faith? I have surrounded myself was some amazing and faithful people of God. I see their faith poured out on everything they do. Am I the same way?
These have been just a few of my thoughts as I’ve had my morning time with God. I’ve been reading in the book of Joshua, bits at a time as to not miss anything. I’ve heard the story of Jericho my whole life, so this passage of scripture is not new to me. However, at 42 I see it differently than when I was eight.
Joshua told the army to march around the city of Jericho once a day for six days. They didn’t say anything or attack the people. They simply walked around the outer wall of the city. However, on the seventh day, they walked around it seven times. When the priests blew the trumpets after the seventh time, they gave a “great shout” and the walls came tumbling down!
This was all because of direction given to Joshua by God. He told Joshua that He would give him the city. I think about Joshua hearing that from God and maybe thinking, “Did I hear Him right? We don’t say anything? We don’t fight?” I wonder about the men called to battle. They were perhaps ready to go and defeat the city and then hear the directions and think to themselves, “Walk around the perimeter once a day? Aren’t we just giving them open targets? You want us to just shout at the end and that’s it??”
Yet, they obeyed. They had faith that what Joshua told them came from God. They had faith that God would protect them and give them the victory. They had faith that Jericho would be theirs. Oh, to have that kind of faith!
I would like to think I wouldn’t bat an eyelash at God’s instruction, but I do it constantly. My idea of faith is so worldly…I’m given a direction and I add my own 14 steps to the mix. As a Christian, I have faith that the Bible is real, that God is real, and that Jesus Christ came down from heaven to be fully God and fully man to die on the cross for a sacrifice and raise from the dead. But often, I second guess decisions and directions. How silly of me when we have been given example after example of faithful men and women in the Bible who just had relentless faith that God would lead them.
When we truly have faith, we don’t need to worry or pick our problems back up. It doesn’t mean that things won’t be a struggle for us. We’re fallen people in a fallen world. However, when we have faith even as little as a mustard seed, we need not hold it the way we would without our Faithful Father.
To have the faith as a mustard seed…this is my prayer. Now to watch it flourish!
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Hey Erin. I’ve thought more about that mustard seed faith lately, since I read a quote by Confuscius (sp?) which says mountains are moved one stone at a time. As you indicated, faith is needed for the long haul, not always instantaneous results. Love your writing, Trisha
One stone, one step, at a time.
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