Do you believe in miracles? I do. I mean, I have always said I do, but life happens and I don’t always live like I do.
I have a friend in Russia who discovered she has serious health issues. I try to check in on her and see how she is feeling and encourage her. I should pray more than I do. I believe in the power of prayer and that God is all that he says he is.
I have experienced his healing and rescue first hand. He is amazing.
My friend and I live in different countries. God has crossed our paths again and again and she is both a blessing and inspiration to me. Her faith has spurred on growth in my own.
I saw her last about four years ago. She found out she had thyroid cancer that had already metastasized to her lungs. She is in her early thirties and has three young kids. Shortly after she found out about the cancer, she had a surgery. There was a possibility that she would no longer have a voice and she was still able to talk afterwards. What a blessing! Her response was, “God is with me.”
We have been in touch and she asked me to keep praying about her upcoming treatment and some side effects she was experiencing. When I checked in to see how everything went she told me everything had gone well, and that her doctors were puzzled. They could no longer find anything in her lungs. She said they are amazed at her case. When they asked her what she did, she told them that she asked for prayers, but that is the only treatment she received.
Each time we talk she says the same thing repeatedly. We both do. Like a chorale reading. God is good.
Last time we talked she said this, “His mercies endure forever.” I tear up each time I think of her situation. Her experience has opened my eyes to the state of my own belief.
Part of me was shocked to the point that I read her message several times trying to wrap my head around it. Her mountain was just thrown into the sea. Something so big and seemingly impossible was just removed.
Our God is healer.
Our God continues to surprise me.
Our God still performs miracles and occasionally I am paying enough attention to witness them.
Why did I need to reread the message? I know this God. He does not change. I realized my belief was being drowned out by the nonsense of this world. We are not at home here. The king of our hearts is the ruler over all and he still moves mountains.
Do you have times like that? When you find yourself in a moment of unbelief? Have you ever stopped to think about what works of God we miss because of unbelief? I have thought about it a great deal the past couple of weeks.
Matthew 13:58 says this:
And He did not do many miracles there because of their unbelief.
Matthew 17:20 reminds us how powerful even just a little faith can be.
“Because of your little faith,” He told them. “For I assure you: If you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will tell this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
The word unbelief in the original text here means weakness of faith. My first reaction was not one of belief. I don’t want to live that way. I want a strong faith. I need to take up a posture of expectation, and live as though I expect the Lord to show up and do what I know he can.
There is a difference in believing in him and believing him. While I know he can do those things, I often live as though I am unsure. I want to awaken my senses to believe him. To walk and live in hope and confidence that he will do the mighty things I know he can do.
What areas of your life do you struggle with believing God?
Do you see a difference between believing him and believing in him?
What mountain in your life would you like to see him toss into the sea?