If you follow my blogs, or follow me on social media, then you know that I misplace things often. Keys, notebooks, etc can go missing for weeks and then pop back up in the strangest places.
What I noticed today is that I misplace the things that I use most often. It’s frustrating to look for keys that I know I ‘just’ had in my hands and literally cannot get my hands back on them.
Today, I’m looking for my Faith. I know I just had it. It was in strong operation yesterday when I read the Word and prayed in church. This morning, I need that same confidence.
They say when you lose something, retrace your steps. So what happened between yesterday and today? I left church, had dinner, watched a little television. I know I didn’t leave my Faith at church, I had it with me on the drive home. I completely believed God would show me the way out of this storm.
Did I misplace my Faith when I got home? Is it hiding around here? Maybe it got buried underneath the mail that has bills that I don’t have the money to pay. Or I could have dropped it outside by the car, which is behind in payments. Then again, it could have gotten lost in my phone when I was pressing the ignore button to phone calls I didn’t have the heart to answer.
It’s Monday, and I need to find my Faith. I literally just had it yesterday. Not just a feeling, I had the substance in my hand as I worshipped and hoped. I had the evidence of everything being worked out even before I could see it. Now the substance I seem to hold is an empty purse, a broken spirit.
They say you always find what is lost in the last place you look (duh). So I looked in my Word. I don’t remember leaving it there but I remember finding it there before.
I looked for my Faith in the 4th chapter of 2nd Kings. I found the woman who was moments away from losing everything. She cried to the prophet Elisha and he showed her a strategic plan to immediately get out of debt.
I read it and said, wow, this lady could be me. Hurting and at the end of her rope. No one to turn to and no where to go. There was no escaping or hiding from her situation, she had to face it.
I believe that her cries were not from defeat. If she was defeated, she would have already given up. Her cries mustered up strength that she didn’t realize was there. It didn’t matter how bad the situation appeared to be. It did not matter that time had pretty much run out for her and her sons. There was still faith for fuel.
That’s where I am this morning. I found a reserve of faith that I didn’t realize I had. It didn’t let me give up today. Instead, I activated what I had and I looked in the Word for my missing faith.
But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. Hebrews 11:6 KJV
That was my reminder. God wants me to have faith. He doesn’t want me to misplace it, or simply not use it. He is pleased when I believe in Him. He is pleased with me when I diligently seek him.
So today, I’m working. Just like the woman in 2nd Kings, giving up isn’t an option. If you happen to see tears on me, I’m pulling on my strength. And when you see me in my Word, know that I have found my Faith. It’s in the last place I looked. And it is in excellent working order.
Enjoy your coffee and power up your day through faith.
Ayoka Boyce ~ Minister, Author, Blogger, Lover of coffee